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"For hands that go right through me
Their grip sure left a mark
As I wander through this haunted house
That whispers in the dark
I suffocate in all its words
Nearly crushed under the weight,
Of all those untold feelings
That were left a little late.
The walls threaten to crack open
Just to speak a word or two
They said the house was empty
But I'm not so sure that's true
It's so packed full with words
That never had the chance to be,
Left to roam throughout the house,
Hardly leaving room for me
And the weight of all the words
I'll leave behind here when I go,
Of all those pleas and all those feelings,
That I was too scared to show
So I'll hide behind the sound
Of every chandelier that falls
'Till I'm just another whisper
Of the ghosts haunting these halls."
-Arabella Katt (xCaptainCl3mentinex)
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Wilted Roses | Original Poetry
PoetryA Poem book following dark themed word prompts. See my profile for different themed poems! Also, the word prompts are dark themed, but the poems themselves aren't necessarily dark. Some are actually quite the opposite, you might be surprised, consid...
