There on the ground lives a man,
He has build a world to stay
He made farms and houses and countries
He made friends and enemies and boundaries
But what he lacked was love,
He got so busy making all these
Ignoring the beautiful gift of emotions
The gift of nature given to man him
Wrapped inside a heart that beats
Never did he care to feel.
So he never opened his heart
He can't love
Everything he created; it died
He can't care
His world is falling apart
He can't help
His world faded away, lost somewhere between heavens and earth.
Now all I see are ruins.
-V.James
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Words to my soul
PoetryThese are some poems by me and some by my favorite poets and writers. I enjoy writing and reading dark poems. But you can still find some happy ones. I hope you enjoy it.
