11/13/2019
By Kitty_Cipher
reaching out to unknown
to be met with silence.
sought sea seeing a frown
i wonder, what is pence?
walk among a rock shore.
hoping to hear someone,
calling out to someone
may the doubt set before.
the voice is distant, hard
to hear or trace the source
melancholy is bard
to the idle gibbous.
may they hear my call.
i cry out until i
stumble in brutal fall.
may they catch me here, let
it be them not silence.
- Published February 19, 2020, 19:00
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