No.
No sense of belonging,
No sense of home,
No one to give love,
Here all alone.
No sign of strength,
No sense of hope,
No words to say,
Here we can't cope.
No proof of trust,
No one to support,
Nothing to breathe,
Here time falls short.
No clouds for rain,
No game to play,
No sign of sun,
Here we'll fall as prey.
No syllables,
No lines in the song,
Not a single breathe,
Here is all wrong.
No smile,
No tears,
No frown,
But all fears.
YOU ARE READING
The Pure, Simple, Truth.
PoetryLife isn't always the best thing. But we only get one. So here I am, making the most of it, trying my best to get everything i feel down into words so that i don't have to dwell on those feelings and thoughts anymore. My latest collection of poems...
