Poem :: Hear My Call
Hot and humid, cold and dry;
There's everything in extreme,
Trapped here inside
this vessel, unseen and unheard.
Darkness engulfs the distant walls,
A never-ending bottom aids my free fall;
Emptiness within reverberates,
In the silence of the hall;
Reach for me and grab what you can,
If you hear this call.
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Asra Ghouse
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