Our eyes hold a story that no one can read ,
Struggling through the darkness wanting to be freed.
Our eyes hide secrets ,
remaining unspoken,
Known by our souls ,
never want to be spoken.
Deep dark secrets no one knows about ,
that only our hearts wittness,
But those are buried feets under.
We have dead hearts , dead souls ,
We are remains of injustice, scattered pieces of glass.
We aren't voices we are echoes
and echoes cannot be heard
Unless our souls are freed
Unless our souls are freed.
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A Slice Of Reality
Poetry#59 in poetry [03/10/17] -Highest rank - -Featured in @Wp_poetry reading list "stygian skies" [24/11/18] ❤ I was born with positivity running through my viens But this world kept spoonfeeding me what they call is real A slice of reality on my pla...
