words…
Like crumpled balls of paper
Torn apart and tossed aside.
I lost the keys to the kingdom, so they will never see inside.
I will take this crate of treasures unseen - with me, to the grave
And hope six feet is deep enough to muffle the sounds
Of the last breaths I will breathe
Which will scream
All
I’ll
Never
Say
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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Interesting!
This was so poignant. Loved your poem!