there
is an empty space
in a forgotten place
where
shadows are whispers
of unheard wishes
when
a ghost silently haunts
a heart that painfully wants
no one
is there to listen
...and wishing hurts
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A pressing moment Weighs on the poet To finish her sentence As she currently knows it Urgency quietly calls Through paper-made walls In a form that makes sense Of the daily rises and falls If left unfinished, it never will be For the way life unfolds so quickly.
About Me
- Kendra Lise
- For the words patiently sitting, And the sentences thinking of quitting, Secrets my mouth keeps hidden There is poetry.
1 comment:
I'm diggin the poem big time, but I'm REALLY diggin its structure! Your creativity never ceases to amaze me!
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