The skies speak to me in tongues,
telling me of the beauty and the pain that I see.
Oh how it hurts to feel the emotion of the wind,
the laughter of the birds, the tears of the clouds.
How I wish I could not feel,
how I could not feel so much and react so little.
How I beg to not feel this pain shoot at my heart,
because the pain is too much to handle.
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The Diaries and Poems Of a Lost Person
PoesiaI have by no means to get any growing attention on this. But I have no other way of speaking my emotions. I am locked in my own shell and the cell holds no lock. I hope that with this, I can create a lock and a key. So that I can finally begin to es...
