Distant cries, from the depths of nowhere
Is the yearning to be understood
Some would warn, beware the calls that you hear
They will devour the ones unprepared
Rumors grow as they’re told, becoming more than they are
An anomaly, made out of fear
Creative juices consumed bringing life into hearts
That once nearly died and disappeared
I imagine them there, the voices in the mist
Once with power to guide with a word
Now a lost entity, yearning for the unspeakable kiss, from the ones with the strength to be heard
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Haunting & beckoning, luring, drawing us forward to something of which we know not & are unsure. And then, is it the voice, we ourselves, or both longing to be heard?
Creepy and haunting, and the poetry flowed so well. Loved "the ones strong enough to be heard," Feels like a much longer and deeper horror story for the few words you used. 💙 Anneliese
Awesome!!!!