All Alone In My Art Class Today
No body's in my art class today
Said all lost hope in the eyes
Nobody left to help me
To figure out if black and white makes grey.
Nobody to fill this empty void
Help me forget
Take the simpleness of thought into consideration.
Nobody wants to hold my hand
Guide me into life
Adding a soul to this blank sheet.
Nobody shall tell me to glide
Nothing left to hide
When you're all alone
Can't see in this dim light.
Nobody comes to art class anymore
Said the days I sit here
Waiting for a dream
Dripping from a cracking mind
Onto the deserted streets.
Nobody is here
Stuck in silence
No violence to help secure
Faith for it is just merely
Imagination killing off reality,
Turning society into a joke
A demon inside
With no fears to hide
In success of blasphemous action of the mind.
Nobody's footsteps echo
All alone in my art class today
Like all the other days
I wait for something to change.
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Shadows From The Heart & All Other Places They Hide
Poetry"Please tell me, why does one write poems at all? Isn't it a waste of time?" A child asked me once. I replied, "So we could write meaningfulness to cover up the truth that everything is meaningless." It was the truth, was it not? Cover made by me
