Words of prophets , Songs sing of praise
Glory to the highest
It's enough
At least that's what you say
Reared like twins
I am not that way
Hear the same reasons
A list like a record skipping over
Preaching to the choir
Not enough
I questioned all of it
The words and the songs
Not enough to satisfy all these thoughts that rattle in my head
CZYTASZ
Symptoms
PoezjaPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
