Darkness. Always darkness.
The ones who fight are in the light.
Whether short, tall, big or small,
"Sir, she's nothing more than a mite."
We have more potential than the smallest flea, but you want us to flee.
But you want us to flee, we are lesser than thee
You've been searching all this time to open the lock, but we have the key
It is smaller and smaller than thee.
I am all the trouble I need, but your words have been said
The effort I use with my wings to beat
I am nothing more than a sack of meat
Oh, woe is me! "Here, dear, have a seat."
We are here in times of sadness, to share in your gladness
When my time is over, I hope you remember this
If we are not equal, the body falls
The insect will fall down,
down,
down...
YOU ARE READING
Quiet
PoetryThese are just some random poems about me and my life. Some of them are a little bit emotional. Feel free to eat a tub of ice cream while reading. I won't mind. Just don't get any of it on the couch.
