Seclusion Poem by Jessica Hughes
Seclusion
In the air,
omnipresent...
The stagnant smell
of an uncanny demise.
Where the butterfly
lies and crickets chirp.
There it is found amid
the moss trees encircled
by kudzu vines. The
cries, the echoes, the
voices, the sounds of
wander that rings
throughout the night.
A prize to be searched.
Why leave ghostly
memories for the ones
who killed the zeal of life?
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