The silence is deafening
As it rings through my ears.
I go blind to the world
As I search through my tears.
I remain silent,
To tired to speak.
Giving up on the world
My will growing weak.
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Poetry is your Subconscious coming Alive
Life is full of surprises, this is where I express my reaction to those surprises :) Enjoy!
Tear Drop
Poetry is your Subconscious coming Alive
About Me
- Irish-Kirsty
- I am 100% Irish, moved to the USA in 2003. I was a competitive gymnast for 8 years. I have been writing since I was just 12, maybe even earlier than that.
1 comment:
like your new posting. never give up on the word. doc
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