I screamed out loud
I hollered inside
I yelled into an empty crowd
I vomited it all out
I fought the drought
And begged for water
I released
My peace
I continued to shout
Till my vocals bled out
But the aching silence still beckons it’s vow
I know you can you hear me now
And so
I deposit your tears in a bank of trust
And spent them all about the time of dusk
Ive purged for you your hatreds spawn
And set them free upon the dawn
Bound no more by shackles of grief
To thy self I am relieved
Ive kept from the shadows consuming thee
Asking you choose to set yourself free
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Tera Summers
Ive been wringing since I was like 7 or 8. I love to write about all I have experienced. I want to thank you in advance for your reads and support!
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