You can speak,
Yet I cannot.
My words unspoken,
remain a thought.
.
I can hear,
Not a word.
The sounds of music,
Remain unheard.
.
I cannot see,
It's always night.
No life or love,
Is in my sight.
.
Yet I can think,
And I have dreams.
Of sunny realms,
And golden beams.
.
I don't hear,
Or speak or see.
But in my mind,
I am forever free.
YOU ARE READING
The Poems of Far Away
PoetryNot everyone has time for poetry. I know that. I respect that. If you really don't want to read this, it's okay with me. You can just leave. It's fine. But if you're still here, I would wish you could try to read these poems. Not everyone reads the...
