
Tortured souls come
then
they go
their breath is putrid
their eyes aglow
screaming voices pierce the air
no quiet
nothing, nothing
I want to share.
I stand here
thinking. . .
Does someone care?
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2024
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