Moving Along.

A Poem by Poe Met Emily

I keep thinking it was only a dream,

Somewhere, someone could hear me.

Now my voice is closed in caves

And my eyes are sightless, I'm so afraid.

I didn't want to be alone, so cold.

This fear I have...It's getting old.

Author's Note

04.23.2014

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Added on September 19, 2014
Last Updated on September 19, 2014

I am a young adult. And all my Poetry is Nonfiction. Anything else, feel free to ask. :] more..

01 the mirror

02 constant

03 outside