our prayers will reach the heavens
it'll be loud and clear
echoing, reverberating through the cosmos
our screams will become our song
our pain will be our symphony
our anguish painting every note
claiming to be heard.
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Labyrinth
PoetryPoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
