The speaker of minds, the bearer of words.
They do not cry nor weep— they bleed on their paper.
The world stops and they listen.
They listen and write about the silence.
The crowd yet sees the face of the Earth,
As the poets sees through the facade.
The people the letters treat as a God.
I myself was once the reader, now, I am one with the poets.
-In The Poets I Believe, Devon Heisenberg.
YOU ARE READING
Subject 189 || A Collection
PoetryA book filled with all the poems I have written. The themes and topic of the poems are random and some poems were written when I was back in 2nd Grade. Expect disappointment:).
