This makes one think of the fall and how things seem to be dying but spring comes and something new can bloom Nice

” then can the silence of tears”

I think you mean, “then came the silence of tears”
I love the last image of this piece, Daniel.

There is no escape, sometimes I’m grateful for the walls because if they weren’t there then there would be nothing to bang my head against. The only thing here to grasp onto is pain. Your poem really captures this hopelessness, maybe there is no reply but there are ears out there waiting.

These words are fire, sparking desire! Hehe

Beautifully penned, Fia. There’s a fire in the room, and it’s this seductive read my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you, Angel;))

Anything inspired by CasketSharpe is worth a read. The mind is where it sits forever. Great ink

Thank you, Adira

Oh you are spitting facts on the first stanza. This is fire.

Thank you. Have to put that knowledge and experience out there for those who do not know.

I appreciate that. If you know better you do better.

Great advice, really enjoyed that second stanza. Thanks for the lesson haha

Wow hot and amazing I love this. 🔥