Restless
I feel a burning
A yawning somewhere
A restless breeze
Blowing through me
Filling my veins with a deep sense of disquiet
A yearning for something
Something unknown that will fill my spirit
And end this deafening silence
That brings no peace but endless emptiness.
Copyright © Norah Natty Maturure | Year Posted 2011
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