I hear the maids whispering in the kitchen
I see the face of a stranger
I want so much more
I hear the crows screeching
I see the victim
I want so much more
I need to feel the cold rain on my skin
I touch the cold grass
I want so much more
I need to see the sun rising
I touch the warm tree bark
I want only a little more
I hear his angelic voice
I see his face in the distance
I need to at least say one word to him
I touch his warm face
I want nothing more than this moment
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Depression Kills
PoetryDifferent poems I wrote about various topics having to do with pain , and the broken promises of life... I write these when I am in the mood or am going through something.. Take a glimpse.. I am sure you'll find something you can relate to.