August
poem by:
Sara Pennada
Written
on Nov 17, 2014
The medication wears off, its winter again. A place where the silence is deafening. The cracks in the ceiling form a familiar pattern. Her stitches begin to itch. Its the same old track where the record skips. And every night before the darkness can swallow the last bit of light, She holds tight to his words. Repeats them like her favorite prayer. Love is enough, if she'd let him through. The sounds of August echo, But still he breathes out the spring. He is hope. He is change. He is everything. He is the only song that plays through to the end...
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wanda Sheldrick commented:
Very well written
ann parks
commented:
love this....more please! Ann
Sara Pennada
commented:
Thank you guys! Means alot : )
