Writing expresses the feeling of the author.
Those words manufactured in their mind
are one of a kind.
Not everyone can do it,
but a few can make it through.
I hope I do.
I want others to hear me
as I speak my emotions, my fears,
my hopes, my dreams.
I want everyone to listen
to my anger, my hate,
my despair, and my loneliness.
Typing what I'm not capable
of saying aloud
is better than trying to
explain it to someone
who just doesn't understand.
They can hear me.
They feel my pain, my wrath.
And among those awful things
there's joy, happiness,
and something truly incredible:
Love.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry Journal
PoetryJust a collection of some poems that I've written. But a caution goes out to any readers interested: some of these may be happy, some may be sad; some may be morbid, and some will freak you out to the point where you wonder if I'm ok, or sane. But I...
