I hear them!
A Poem. Free-Verse.
Dec 16, 2021
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Turnoff all the lights.
Nobody make a sound.
“Ashes to ashes; we all fall down.”
You cannot run.
You cannot hide.
I believe he’s on the dark side.
They’re all in cahoots —
Writer. Poet. Holding onto Hope. I still Grieve the Loss of my Angel Babies. My writing reflects this, and other Trauma’s. I have a teenage son, and 2 cats!
