oh what a hollow dark world
there's too much to say
and even the sky knows it
eyes remain low
death's whistles echoed so close
too close
not enough salt water for us all
never enough space
to breathe through the clouds
nothing there to stop the fire from reaching all our hearts
we've become that weeping forest
where not even the stars know what to do.
And if there was someone else taken
how would we cope?
by not knowing your voice
now a sisterless sadness
what is this?
and why did the world choose to take?
nothing else is there to fill the mellowsome walls of our haunted story.
on their behalf,
i am sorry.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Hello friends!
I am a quirky teenager, lover of books, music and theatre. I am happy.
An ally 🏳️🌈
Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear - Edgar Allen Poe
Consider this a doorway to my mind and soul.
I hope you enjoy ❤️
Comments (1)
We've become that weeping forest - great line!