The horrors
That people have witnessed
That others have committed
That I have experienced
We live lives full of horror
Fear is used for control
Peope think that to get others to follow them, they must intimidate
Must destroy
They are wrong
You must lead with hope
Not control with fear
We get used to threats
We learn to not feel
Not feeling, though it makes for nothing
Nothing at the beginning
No pain immediately,
It in truth causes a scar instead of bleeding
There is not escape from it
The pain is there forever
It never stops
It controls every moment
It forces you to bleed again and again without warning
If we stopped controlling, destroying
Maybe someone would see that love is strong
And hope is never silent
I don't know how to deal with my emotions after Orlando, but this is kind of my attempt to get my feelings into words. Though this is just the start, I think this all I'll post regarding it sepfically.
"Hope will never be silent" is a quote- and not mine. I'm not trying to steal it.
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Acts of Rain ||a collection of poetry|| #Wattys2016
Poetry((Look at how dramatic past me kinda made this description)) //older poems are kinda shit// Same old empty feelings. So I've tried writing poetry now.. Mostly more on the sad side, but I am not you, the reader, and pain and beauty are viewed diff...
