The Halls

The Halls

A Poem by Soul Asher

The crowded halls are empty.

In her mind, they are ghosts.

Unable to feel the warm bodies that bump around

And act as a distraction to everyday life.

They pay no attention to the souls that fly empty and numb.

They are just broken people.

© 2018 Soul Asher


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Broken people, who are most of the times not identified and left alone in there misery.
People should reach out and talk about it.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Added on July 21, 2018
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Soul Asher
Soul Asher

Deland, FL



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