There's a little boy somewhere
Who knows he cannot cry
So maybe when I shed these tears
That boy's the reason why
There's a man across the state
Who has no time to grieve
So maybe when I'm feeling sad
He feels some small reprieve
There's a woman at my job
Who's struggling within
So maybe when I scream and groan
I'm living in her skin
And there's a girl who is now gone
Who never got past ten
So maybe when I dream all day
I view what could have been
I did not ask to feel this way
To hurt with no control
But if my hurt is used for good...?
At least it helps that soul
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
