Animals are more affectionate than you,
They'd tear me up with a craving you never show
The freezing whiff of the cold is more soothing,
it reaches parts of me you never care to know.
I'd rather stray in my own thoughts,
A conversation with these rocks
Is much better talk ,
They silently listen to me and never mock.
A stare from the sky is more comforting,
it follows me even when I'm not looking.
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The Voice of My Silence
PoetryThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
