The Discontent

an eerie quietness filled my ears
dark stillness piercing my ever stagnant eyes
aromaless stench tearing at my nostrils
nothing upon my tongue tantalizing taste buds
touching nothing my fingers float aimlessly
another day in the monotony of me

Conte Crayon on Handmade Paper

Conte Crayon on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

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