Voice Within
A sweet song.
Published in
Oct 3, 2023
Run away,
Little heart, where fortune sway
And, judgements are at bay.
A creation,
Unique in design, replete in elation,
Locked attic in its formation.
A staircase laden with carried emotions,
Of anger, hatred, and love,
A clock of time with inherent mediation,
Where tumultuous waves rise low and above.
In it everything I see,
Everything that was ever we,
Locked away in its enigmatic prose, calls me.
