You can look, but not see
You can listen, but you won't hear
You can touch but you can't feel
It's difficult to decipher what is real
It is going about every day the same
It is eating but never being full
There is a hunger
It is in your stomach
It's in your heart
It is in your veins
Taking over, and yet you feel the blame
You can go about your day the same
Eat and never be full
Listen and never hear
Look but never see
You will never be satisfied
Because this is not a life
You are not living
What you are doing is simply existing
YOU ARE READING
Pen To Paper
PoetryPut a pen to the paper Some say "It's just poetry" No this is not just poetry It's emotions spilling on a page Words filled with sadness and rage Poetry is a window to the soul Because sometimes we can't find the door Put a pen to the paper And...
