My Happy Place...
The presence of evocative gloom is suddenly sentient
By Angel BladePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Danielle Dolson on Unsplash
A soft glow
illuminates from the gray clouds
A soft dullness fills the room
The presence of evocative gloom
is suddenly sentient
the calming sound
of rain
Fills my mind
I close my eyes
And let the
Cold
Harsh
Thoughts of reality
Slip from my mind
Its only now
That nothing exist
But the irrevocably irresistible
Sound
Of love
Sadness
And silence
About the Creator
Angel Blade
It's almost like everything I write is a cry for help...


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