The unfamiliar creek ever knocking in my brain
Splashing me with boiling silence, loneliness can stain
Blistering with endless thinking of the nothingness within
A touch of kindness finds me in a place I've never been
Should I open up the door to help my blistered soul
Or in the silence fall asleep within the burning coal
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
The unfamiliar creek ever knocking in my brain
Splashing me with boiling silence, loneliness can stain
Blistering with endless thinking of the nothingness within
A touch of kindness finds me in a place I've never been
Should I open up the door to help my blistered soul
Or in the silence fall asleep within the burning coal
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