Jan 9
Poetry is often the little thoughts in our heads.
The whispers behind closed doors,
And in blackened corners.
But these little voices are the most important of all.
They speak of honour, truth.
They explain dreams and failings.
So often we don't listen to them.
Shove them hastily aside,
To make space for society,
Expectations, lies.
And we stray from ourselves, and those voices.
Their cries and pleas covered.
Words and people are bound together,
With delicate spider lace.
Poetry is often the little thoughts in our heads.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Puisi365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
