Desperate Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

Desperate

Fingers reach for something unseen,
grasping only air.
A voice breaks in the silence,
but mo one listens.

The night stretches too long,
the morning too far.
Eyes search for a way out,
but find only shadows.

Monday, February 10, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: silence
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