Hushed

sylviasearcher

Hushed

By existence

I fell at your door

My face distorted

Known no more.

Hushed

Empty

Hopeless

Forlorn

I'm beginning to realise

Hushed,

I was born.

Author: sylviasearcher ( Offline)
Published: April 25th, 2018 01:57
Comment from author about the poem: I am struggling to write anything at the moment. It's like my brain is tired of hearing my thoughts. A bit like thr rest of the humans really.
Category: Unclassified
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