3 poems by Claudia Wysocky

Heaven and Hell Silence fills the air, as I sit, alone, among endless rows of graves. I wish for heartbeats, for laughter, for tears. I miss the noise. But I know that I can’t have it. I can hear the footsteps of the living, but there’s no sound for me. Silence surrounds me, as IContinue reading “3 poems by Claudia Wysocky”