Penofthepeople
Mar 19, 2024

V O I D

To say that it was all taken into memories

reminds me that it has passed

Never to return to this time

a land foreign to me

These thoughts consume me

seeping their poison into the marrow of my bones

Joints creak the screams of the heart

Your voice calls from the dark

your face is unrecognized

Whispers of your touch find their way to me

Penofthepeople

Poetic writer with disproportioned anxieties that swim in a space of chaos.