Jul 27
poem 0 comments challenge: General
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Blank, Words can't even fill this page for, My normally verbose hand Is silent. With a tinge of red flames, From anger that burns, brighter than White ashes... Still nothing. It's singeing, the heat is overwhelming The crackling grows louder.. Write, WRite, WRITE SAY SOMETHING! DO SOMETHING! …...... Nothing. I can do nothing. Behind bars of locked lips, a voice with no alphabet And no combination of comprehensive words "Please.." Tears spill inside hazel eyes that scream "Let me out" blank, blank..blank