Bells Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Bells



Fragmented and chased
With foot stuck in the door
Hair tangled to a branch
How to break free, break free

Is there another choice
But it’s still always you;
No I don’t want you
But I love you, you kill me

Our hills disappear from view
Time encourages doom’s design
You’re not healed, I never was;
The sound of bells die

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