Voices
There is a mess all over me,
The one that creates a crazy combination
Of everything new and old
Spoken and unheard;
The way they invades deep into me
Is something that makes me feel at ease,
I walk past them, with a slow whisper
They bring me news of the cold winter
The one, where things get frozen
Including a dozen thoughts left to ponder,
As they evacuate each missing piece of me
©Sheena
2019-05-03 16:58:28
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