Leave me in quiet places
Silence is a cold and maddening thing
Leave me in freezing places
No one would ever come for me, he said
Leave me in hopeless places
Hell is the death of hope
Leave me in hellish places
The Hell I always knew I deserved
Leave me in destined places
I am destined to be empty
Leave me in empty places
All is empty, all is meaningless
Leave me in meaningless places
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Author:
Thomasine Dye (
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- Comment from author about the poem: "Mother used to say that however miserable one is, there’s always something to be thankful for. And each morning, when the sky brightened and light began to flood my cell, I agreed with her."
- Category: Reflection
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