I've nothing to say and everybody is talking..
I don't know where to go, everybody's walking.
my pockets are empty but the rest are shopping..
they're achieving, and im still hoping.
nothing to bring to the table,
nothing to remember me for..
I know nothing,
I am nothing.
all I have is you.
I have everything.
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The Voice of My Silence
PoetryThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
