my screams are silent
no one can hear them but god himself
if god's within us, I'm really fucked
my voice goes unheard
muted shouts until my face goes blue
downcast problems never answered
me and me, only
opportunities are lost and dead
unveiling despair, yet no one cares
a martyr I made
these are lessons I learned way too late
right before my whole world returned to black
7/14/13
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Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
