Thinking
Specialist
- Jul 9, 2020
- 310
My demons,
though quiet,
are never silenced.
Calm as they may be,
they wait patiently
for a reason to wake,
take an overdue breath,
and crawl back to my ear.
(Please note I found this poem online and didn't write it myself)
though quiet,
are never silenced.
Calm as they may be,
they wait patiently
for a reason to wake,
take an overdue breath,
and crawl back to my ear.
(Please note I found this poem online and didn't write it myself)
