She runs to the woods,
To her cottage of peace.
Where she is alone, and
All conversations cease.
She passes the lake
That babbles too much,
The trees join in, and
Chime in as such.
The birds start screaming,
Why don't they stop?
Shoot them down
And make them drop.
She reaches the door,
Opens it, hurry.
And realizes it then.
Her eyes go blurry.
For as silent as it can be
In her cottage of peace,
The voices in her head
Will never, never cease.
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Author:
jennas (
Offline) - Published: November 14th, 2016 14:05
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Beautifully written with wonderful rhymes and imagery. Sad last two lines. thanks for sharing!
Awesome Awesome write
Auditory hallucinations can be difficult. Nicely done.
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