http://slow.writerscafe.org/annamwilliams The original writings of author Anna en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986777 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Left in a stackOn the edgeof some long forgottendesk in theattic of my mind,Poems fall one by oneupon the dust covered floor.Crumbling with timethat has escaped through windows left broken.I run my now agedfingers on the edgeof this rotting deskto test ifI can still feel... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamwilliams/2882243/ Your love        is      feathers             spread                   upon a              &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamwilliams/1647737/ Nothing eloquent, can be said, of self inflicted doom.Only rivers ofeleganceform from the tearsof enlightenedliberation.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamwilliams/1160143/ Life knocks,Softly first.I turn away...tired.Louder, it comesPounding.My hands pressed to my ears,I turn.Pounding...poundingLouder now.Beating...like a war drum.POUNDING, POUNDING,Painful now.I can't...Stand it anymore.POUNDING...POUNDINGBeatingLike a sledgehammeragainst my head.I can't let it in..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamwilliams/1160127/  I hold your hand now, like you held mine, and choke back on the facts of time.your lost to me, behind a thickened haze. What room inside your mind,have you been buried in?What pieces of you remain? It matters not now I know...If only I had a time machine,To do it all again... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamwilliams/1159584/ A thought    shatteredA splinter    left behind...        Embedded.I Pick at it    only to        bury it             deeper. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamwilliams/1041680/ Misery does notLove company,It loves solitude,were it can lurkin dark tear drivenrain storms,andsoak in thebitter waters of loneliness,until...all that supports youhasrotted away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamwilliams/1041658/ Devastation breeds asFingers aresiftingthrough brittlepagesthat...crumbleas I liftto readthroughthe hazynewsof yourpassing.myknees buckleunder theweight oflossand revelationsof lovenow foreverunspoken. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamwilliams/693744/ My name... 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