It can be lonely when you're known.
Alone in forever darkness.
Anger only cuts to the bone.
It's a dark hole.
All of the people in the world can't change it.
An icy blizzard swirls in deep confinement
While the singing birds are caged.
The blizzards roars louder
And the birds hum softer.
The cold touch got to them too.
Drums are heard in the distance
As one's legs are stuck to manage.
The sound is deadly,
The sound is closer.
Whisper's plague the spirit who didn't even try.
Nimble finger's move.
Imagination runs wild.
Weaving tales that are lies
And giving out false admiration.
No one could have known it was just a form of projecting self.
Greed wraps the skin.
Pulls tight on the string.
Screams howl into the wind.
Like nature,
The screams blend in.
Light smells sweet as it
Cascades everywhere.
A hold strong enough to last a lifetime.
Short enough
To cause sorrow.
Wishing for Touch, is wishing to have more people reach out to others. It is having the strength to confide your troubles in a friend. Touch is comforting. Some people forget that.
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PoetryNo matter what's thought, poetry makes people think and thinking does something. It creates new horizons for anybody who just listens to the fluttering wings of thoughts. The thumping, and the feeling of the amazing. The wondrous flight of the new w...
