What becomes of a small child,
Who sings a melody,
Of a world so wild.
Seeing rain fall
as they answer the call,
Do they hold the key,
To pure sanity?
Can they smile a smile,
When waiting a while?
The time the seek
Is for the meek.
Calling Cowards.
For countless hours.
Screaming out,
A soundless shout.
Searching for life.
With the weapon of a simple knife.
Is it in vanity?
Or have they lost their sanity?
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Wishing for Daylight (Poetry)
Poesia(((Previosly known as: 'Begging for Breath'))) My poetry book. I have been told that these are very emotional, so don't say I didn't warn you if you cry... I hope you find at least one poem on here that you relate to... I, obviously, can relate to...
