Inner Monologues

anima blanca
unwritten dust
who is trying to run away from you
drawning you deep within a lake
you rise within a square room space
of a broken conscious mind
you knock you knocked
you warn you warned
the stone a threshold
does not hear your voice

anima blanca
unwritten dust
there's too much knowledge
too little trust

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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