Volumes.

A Poem by Poe Met Emily

Sick under the skin,

I do not like this shade.

Why I over react,

why you speak volumes to me.

Yet I am so silent to myself.

Rage lingers against myself these nights;

Hidden by the lovely text.

The truth would hurt me

but I bare witness.

To my own downfall,

kneeling so brokenly.

Author's Note

07.01.2014

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Added on October 22, 2014
Last Updated on October 22, 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