Oh what is seen!
How to word what I want to mean?
These words will remain unread,
Sitting here, rotting like the dead.
Better off they would be, printed in ink.
Printed for all to read and to think.
These poor words! Forever entombed
Within their shared coffin. Forever doomed.
How it pains to be seen, but not seen
While writing with heart, pursuing a dream.
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Collection of My Poetry
الشعرJust putting up my poems, good and bad. They're just here... so if you feel like reading them then go ahead. No need to follow me or vote, but please comment on the poems. I would like to improve and spread poetry to all who love it. Update: 2/26/20...
