The Voice

blackfoxartpoems
Jan 2
1 min read

Updated: Mar 7

written Feb. 25, 2022

Feeling gone.

It’s a long con,

I guess.

I’m fine though,

Don’t wanna go.

Still though,

Not so here.

Not so there.

Wanna speak

But I don’t share.

What’s the point?

Nothing’s wrong

Just listening

To the sad songs,

Again.

Don’t feel the same,

Nothing to gain,

But there they are anyway.

Still, it speaks.

-- BlackFox

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