Soul Killer Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Soul Killer



She learns she is alone
even with others nearby;
no one to help her heart
shed its tears.
Death can be a silent thing...
it buries its need,
its pain,
hides its fears;
not so much as a whisper,
such is the power of neglect.

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