To be a being so broken
So helpless and weak
The truth is never spoken
In fact they rarely ever speak
They remain quiet and still
No sound, no movement, no life
They have only their necessary fill
Which is actually quite a strife
Then retreat into their darkness
Their own simple starkness
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Poems Of My Emotions
PoesíaAs the title suggests these are poems of my emotions. Some are sad, while others are happy or just neutral. I write them whenever I get an idea, and my ideas are influenced by my mood. Though not always. I like the more dark and gloomy poems so just...
