Poems by Sabrina Young
Wasteland
Thoughts that hide
behind a pair of smiling
eyes , tears , muffled ,
bound with pride…
or shame ….
stuffed with
pain inside , flows
out the soul , a mime
to only the blind ,
voices , out of tone
with nowhere to go ,
a wasteland becomes
our home .
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So graceful is
The day as she
Flows into
Night …
Quiet the chaos
That bloody
Our sight …
Clear , like
Crystal
It is a bit
Mystical
Shhh …
And you can hear
The breeze whisper to
The waters
that feel
Your Soul
Sabrina Young © 2020
