When Silence breaks from my Recessed Heart
Pushing forward to fill my mouth with Numbness,
Principle stands upon the Frozen Precipice
And Shadows Conspire with my Chosen dumbness.
Breaking my Heart with its Subtle violence
As I Mutely Look upon what I Might have Said,
Collecting Memories of All that Could have been,
While the Opportunity Lies tattered instead.
~Morgan~
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Original artworkby: Alina426 on deviantART
This poem is haunting and like the poem suggest leaves you lost for words
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Thank You so much, friend 🙂
Blessings~
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Great photo as well.
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Thank You…She is so alone in there
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