If you truly listen to the heart and hope for the waves to cease...
Listen to the drumming songs, of those who pray: Release.
Coming from the back, and never letting go.
Hearts don't really harden, we're just stubborn enough, refusing to let it show.
Nevermind, don't you dare listen.
Watch as the bloodless scars begin to glisten,
We are born in fire and rise in adversity of soul,
We listen and spare those who have yet to mold,
We hear, we see, we are the unspoken,
The outcasts we hold, whom have yet to awoken.
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Dichotomy
PoetryThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
