Drowning again
plunged into the toxins
scratching at whatever my slender fingers can grasp
....nothing
Looking again
dwelled into the drafts
reading into what good has been written
.... nothing
Hearing again
sourced for the sounds
searching for the voices
.... nothing
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Nighttime reminders
PoesiaNighttime reminds us of.... the voices in our head when they get loud, the sadness in our hearts when no one listens, the peace we find only to crumble, the people we know, only that they never want us to achieve, the emptiness of our souls that dar...
