a lone voice asking its questions innocently, plaintively, into the void.
Tag: pain
Sonnet III – What Was and Ne’er Will Be
the door before me bids me walk on through, but pieces – grief and anger – won’t allow.
exercising hearts and minds, lest they waste away
a lone voice asking its questions innocently, plaintively, into the void.
the door before me bids me walk on through, but pieces – grief and anger – won’t allow.