Some days I look around,
And all I see is gray.
There's no shelter from the pain.
I feel like I am caught in a storm,
No escape.
We skip through an easy life,
Only caring about ourselves
Never giving a thought to the weak,
To the poor,
To the starving.
We laugh at someone else,
Only to discover they're already abused.
Already beat.
Already bruised.
They're lost in a tornado of fear.
Of pain.
Of regret.
They feel like they truly have,
No escape
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Poetry
ПоэзияYeah so some of these suck and some don't, some are happy some are sad, some are down-right depressing. But you know, I hope you like them. Or don't. Whatever.
