the ugly writers

Silent Killers

Silent Killers

 

She sighs

As starless skies

Dull, bleak and faded

like soot with humid air

Close in on her

Blinding fog

Which Smells of

burnt autumn leaves…

Chokes

Songs of spring

Haunt like

Memories of yore

Each time she breathes

Something inside her dies

For her thoughts

Are laden

with past regrets

Every breath is torture

Untill she forgets

 

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the ugly writers

the ugly writers

the ugly writers

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Maryam H. Viqar
A seeker, dreamer, scribbler, reader, writing poetry about grief, loss, rain, autumn, nocturnal silence, hope and sometimes love...and yes 'the sight of the stars makes me dream' too....

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