Deaf

Destruction lies

Under frowned faces

Buried by flies

Covered in decay

I felt you

As blood rushed

Through thin veins

My thoughts hushed

In hopes that

I’d hear you

Calling…

I never heard you.

Painting: Hand Study– Kamille Corry

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

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