My voice meak but my words are mighty
When I yell I can feel something inside me
A power, an energy, a sudden surge
A voice speaks in a sudden burst
The anger, the happiness, the world, the despair
All feel as if they are at one
Although you may not listen
I reflect on the things I've done
I hear my words better than you can
And can feel the weight that they hold
For you it's just noise
For me it's my story untold
YOU ARE READING
poems of the past
Poésiepoems I've come up with from my past and my present that I shall present on display
