Out on the edge,
Screaming my name.
Shouting at the top of my lungs,
But the only reply that came...
Was the echo of my heart,
In all it's empty halls.
The inner me broke apart,
By it's very own walls.
Listen, can't you here me?
You're not deaf,
So why don't you set me free.
My shadow to the left,
Is the only friend with me.
. . .
©adurna
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