2AM Congregate

If only
I could always spill my soul
So fluently;
To be hypnotized by the words
Tumbling from my lips,
Pulling from the depths
Of the dark, cold places
Yet somehow managing
To encase each sentence
With a dull, hopeful glow
And cause it to emit
A soft wisdom
Like a child’s voice.
Seemingly distant whispers
Of cascading words
That are my very own,
Spin ever so softly
As if they were
The sound of my words
Echoing off the walls.

Poem written by Brittany

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