Quiet Poem by rebekah jones

Quiet



Quiet I say.
The laughter of death
Is knocking on my door.
Quiet! I plea,
The laughter and taunts
Are too much for me.

The good thing about this
Is that I know I can still
Feel emotions and
That has to count for something,
Right?

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