Why does it feel we are in a silent war?
Where eyes are bullets and words grenades.
Afraid of the crossfire I speak with caution
But the guns are too loud and my words quickly fade.
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Results of a Restless Mind
PoezieA book of poems created by a sleepless mind and an open heart "I'm sorry that my heartbeat is louder than my thoughts." Completed 11/8/20
