by Tera Summers about a year ago in surreal poetry



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

surreal poetry
Tera Summers
Tera Summers
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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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