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Tears running, down my face
As I let out, all of my pain and sadness
With a weep
My soul has felt, so much numbness
From the horrible things you’ve said, and done
It’s as if I have no soul,
Once beautiful,
now has turned, into dust
The room I was once in,
is now dark and cold
Like my soul,
With tears running, down my face
Without even a whimper,
About the Creator
Jennifer lindquist
I’ve always had a interest in poetry since I took a creative writing class in high school. Writing poetry is my safe place where I can either get positive or sometimes negative energy out by my writing of poetry.
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Ah, Jennifer. This says it so richly and plainly. Numbness is the hardest emotion of them all.