The silence is loud

like thunder without rain.

Empty corpses fall

to their humble knees

 

with pointed fingers

folded in prayer.

Only death can calm

the fear of  living.

 

So they huddle together

with skinless contact.

Hallow chests whistle

as the wind blows

 

past dusts that was once

beating hearts.

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I am finally in a place with clarity where I can write freely. Thank you to everyone that kept this blog alive during my recovery phase. I am abundantly grateful.

 

 

©aishaadams2018

 

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Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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