Andrew James Whalan

Poet. Storyteller.

Tearblots

Tears echo as she chokes Out her thoughts word by word Sadness in every pen-stroke I merely listen and quietly record Tear blots on our paper Her pain throbs in our arms I must write so others remember But will they be saved from harm?
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