Subscribe   Submit Work   Log In

The Quiet

By carilloony, Sterling, VA

We walked through the world.
A haze of innocence,
Cloaking our heads.

But the crippling chapters
Withered the thin film
We once thought of as strength.

The cobbled, cracked stepping stones
We walked on
Made us fall.

And now only the photo albums
Mask our shells
With a smile.

Share this article:

Share on Facebook   Share on Google+   Share on Twitter

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this!