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"There is a voice
Inside the silence
That's begging
To be heard.
Melting ice,
And splitting tree trunks
Just to get in
A single word.
I hear it in
The wilted roses
Hoping on
A dead romance
Left to dry up
On the doorstep,
Without
A second glance.
I hear it in
The dead of night,
The sky
Has much to say.
Stars don’t sparkle
Like they used to,
Was the moon
Always so grey?
I hear it in
The pitter-patter
Crying out
In storming rain
A million words,
Are pouring down
Can you hear
What they are saying?
Listen closely
To the whisper,
Of violent winds,
And waves rough.
Every voice
May sound different,
But they all
Say; 'That's enough!'"
-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...
