I keep to myself all times, whatever day.
I make friends, but those I don't are more.
I love to listen to the silence, the world I try to ignore.
It pleads, my thoughts, it wants to stay.
Once again in my mind, world please go away.
Your deeds make me sick, my hate is that cure.
I love this loneliness, world, I try to close behind a barred door.
My hate fills my soul with darkness, in this I cannot find a way.
Why should I leave my hate and live?
Ah, these worldly thoughts, bitter not sweet.
Some love this world, but I, my thoughts, ask why?
They say they have hope, they say they believe.
If I could, I will stop this sound, the world's heartbeat.
I love to listen to the silence, but the world I cannot take away, not even
if I die.
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Poetry By A Traveller
Poésie"Come travel through my mind." A collection of random poems I have composed. These poems are of my innermost thoughts and spirit, a journey through my mind. It might be a bit crazy at times but we are all crazy, so. I dedicate them to all lovers of...
