Smiling in the corner is a bag of whispers, filled with cracks yet empty inside,
With little spark for reason or right,
this bag of whispers is a toy for a child whose childhood was a lie,
This childless toy isn't a lie yet the truth isn't often full of this much denial,
For this toy of cracks has had its own little trial for the sake of the child of no childhood,
This lied to toy with cracks for smiles that seem like they go on for miles,
Was a locked box in which its own little problems were lamenting and fermenting until this broken toy was enlightened by the call that brightened a broken spirit,
However it looked like forever would soon come without the light in the broken toys sad little world of fright
For the broken toy was after all just a cracked play thing that was meant to be toyed with.
So cast aside the bag of whispers was
Because what use is a broken toy of a heartbroken boy....
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Emotions of Anon
PoetryThese are writings by a very good friend of mine, whom does not appreciate their own work as much as they should. They are absolutely beautiful, passionate, and flooding with emotions. I DO NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR ANY OF THESE! These are by an anonymou...
