Waking up in an unfamiliar room.
No light at all. Seeing nothing.
The silence is deafening.
The emptiness is frightening.
Feeling watched. Seeing no one.
Hearing everything.
Hearing nothing.
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Poetry
PoesíaPoems. This is where I'll put poems, some of which are written by me, others found on Google. If there is a Roman Numeral for the chapter title, I wrote the poem. If the chapter title is spelled out, I found the poem on Google. Feedback is welcomed...
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Waking up in an unfamiliar room.
No light at all. Seeing nothing.
The silence is deafening.
The emptiness is frightening.
Feeling watched. Seeing no one.
Hearing everything.
Hearing nothing.
