Inside Me
I know a place you do not know,
I see a face you cannot see,
I feel the touch of ice so cold,
And hear the voice that beckons me.
I feel the stillness of wind that stings,
And I cry silently through the pain,
Still, I hold on like angels without wings,
And those voices remain,
I have a place inside my heart,
A room that holds my past,
A place where only I could chart,
And only I could go back.
The face is mine of yesterday,
The touch, the ice, the pain, all mine,
The voice is one that could not stay,
Thus, imprisoning me for all time.
Copyright © Faye Flowers | Year Posted 2012
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