The RoomsA Poem by The Poet of Black Wings
The room sounded
Hollow. An empty ring, Echoing as she Left it behind. All day, They'd spent emptying It out. Removing any Trace of her Ever being there. Preparing to not be. They abandoned the space, Looking to a new one, Far away. That place was Hollow, too. But not for long. They'd spend Days, -maybe years?- Filling it and Making it hers. Making it belong. © 2016 The Poet of Black Wings |
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The Poet of Black WingsAbouti hope my poems, among other writings, will speak for me. Edit - Full disclosure, if you ask me to read something, I will, and I'll be brutally honest about what I think about it. So, be ready for .. more..Writing
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