I wake up,
I never sleepI fill my lungs,
I never breatheI move my lips,
I never speakBroken pipes that never leak
I open eyes,
I cannot seeI spire thoughts
I cannot teachI drip in eighths,
I cannot listenTortured souls that cannot glisten
YOU ARE READING
Sad poems
PoetryThe smile we let the world see while we are dying a little every day