Sometimes….
I can’t breathe and the grey seeps in,
Like the ashen pallor of a corpse. My resolve just as lifeless.
Empty and desolate. Colorless. Languishing in the pandemonium of
Numbness. Except for the
Cacophonous uproar of silence. The quiet, it...it's….
Ear-splitting
About the Creator
MELISSA BAILEY
I've always found calmness in writing. I'm a quintessential Pisces, I feel everything and writing helps keep me grounded. As such, I write mostly poetry, but I'm spreading my wings and trying my hand at some short stories.
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