Monotony
Didn't like the taste of sorrow on my tounge
My bitter words, ashes in my mouth
Tears streak down my face, grey stains
on the sallow surface of my cheeks
Turns to salt on my lips
I whisper, every day is the same
Copyright © Kelly Hawkins | Year Posted 2022
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