Bells toll on the hour, breaking
Silence better left in the air.
Deafening in its music,
Whispers sing their terror as loud
As thunder claps, bright and horrificClang, crash, bang, the sounds continue
Their noise of loss, scattering
What little effect they have on the ear.
When will it end, when will it end?
Lost in a time that never slows down.
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Heart & Soul Poetry
PoetryJust some random poetry from the depths of my mind. Read if you want. I will say there might be some triggers, so be cautious.