Poetry, Quill


What paved the path,

For my misery,

Was it my silence?

Was it my sin?

I wish I’d yelled sooner,

For I yell into this void,

Yet no ear to hear my woes,

I wish I’d spoken,

And let my tears flow,

Before they drowned me,

Into the forever Black river,

Of my own sorrow,

I dived, and here I’ll stay,Forever.

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