What's a worst thing to fear
Than to learn all is not as it can appear
Removing a pristine wall, knocking it down
What is hidden should not be found
For secrets must be left hidden where they lie
But that doesn't stop the tears they cry
Tears that rip and crack at the surface
Lost, though, is the meaning and purpose
What's use for a cry for help that's not heard
But then it must be something other than the written word
The warning they will not heed
Simply because emotion can't read
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Compilation of Poetry
PoetrySome times I just gotta get stuff off my chest. Cry for attention? Probably not. Just want to see if others appreciate my poetry. See what others think. Hey, maybe my emotional side can entertain. :)
