We are the one's lost at night, Deprived of sleep and strangled by the fear of wasting the only time we have left on this earth.
We are the one's without language at the most unreasonable hours, losing our voice when no body else is.
When the sun is gone and the moon is too tired to smile our thoughts paint dreams into the ceilings which are impeding our dive into the night sky.
We are the one's whispered into oblivion on the most reckless days of our youth.
We are the one's too lost to be found or nowhere to be found.
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Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
