John, if only you knew
If only you knew the suffering
If only you knew the pain
If only you knew the lives you took
If only you knew your limits
If only you had seen the battered bodies
The crushed steel
The wounded souls
You would be with me here today
And you would smile
YOU ARE READING
Newton's Cradle
PoesíaThe story of ups and downs. From sorrow to serenity, and in between. They are all inspired by my own emotions or the emotions of those around me.
