Blind
cold darkness
As I feel my way
I hear almost silent screams
as i try to step lightly
I remember once
being able to see
but that was so long ago
A forgotten thing
of yester year
I am lifted
and tossed
Hot
TOO HOT
I scream
LET ME GO...
I scream louder
Nothing
expect a horrible silence
its too late.
Silver Moon Poetry
Poetry is what gets lost in translation ~Robert Frost~
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