Cold Silent Nights

There’s a hollow in me,
Dark, quiet…
and when my emotions fly through,
the echo reverberates down to my bones.

There’s a pain in me,
when I close my eyes I can touch the angry glob throbbing red down my veins.

Published by TerryFied

In my poetry is my catharsis, my attempt to personify my anger and pain; not because I have no joy, but because pain pulls at my pen more

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