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Scream

  • Writer: Sharon Jose Zion
    Sharon Jose Zion
  • Feb 18, 2021
  • 1 min read

I keep holding my hands

Upon the promise I kept

I keep breeding on

broken dreams on the floor


All I see

Is the way I flee

Alone, upon the cliff

To fall with a scream


And I can breathe

As long as I keep healing

But I don't the see the hole

of the secret pain in me


All these colors

That used to fly across

All these ribbons

of shackled memories


I never tied them to my peace

But I can feel going

slumber about my desires

That I still doubt to feel


I just wanna be pushed

To fly with a scream


 
 
 

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