It’s over
The storm has passed
But there’s a deafening silence in the air
The excruciating silence
Of closure
The pain that only comes
When it’s over.
It’s over
The storm has passed
But there’s a deafening silence in the air
The excruciating silence
Of closure
The pain that only comes
When it’s over.
This is the first poem in my poetry anthology, The Sun Will Rise Again.
I was eight when it began.
I was left clinging to sunshine
As the sun descended below the horizon.
Day 201: July 10th, 2119
The school board tells us lies
Promising that they understand
Yet they don’t know
What it’s like
To live in a world
Where you are seen yet never understood
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