Passing through
Many hands
And many minds
Ever hiding
Around the corners
In the rooms
I'm trying to escape
Always the name
Perched on too many lips
Demanding penance
For crimes committed
Against myself
Voices fill
Empty chambers
Loaded, as bullets
Into mouths, like guns
Howling their grievances
Into open ears
Will it ever be
Quiet
©FaerieFoxPoetry
Jun 29, 2021
Jun 29, 2021 at 1:20 AM UTC
Passing through
Many hands
And many minds
Ever hiding
Around the corners
In the rooms
I'm trying to escape
Always the name
Perched on too many lips
Demanding penance
For crimes committed
Against myself
Voices fill
Empty chambers
Loaded, as bullets
Into mouths, like guns
Howling their grievances
Into open ears
Will it ever be
Quiet
©FaerieFoxPoetry
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