XXV.
He doesn't hear
That we are talking
About him
He doesn't care
If we walk
Right past
He doesn't feel
The loneliness
We all feel
But he knows
About the love, missing
Surrounding
And imprisoning
He stares
Out the blank window
Screaming for help
Silently, desperately
They don't know
That he can hear
That he feels
And that he cares
For he is;
The missing son
Never coming back
The empty space
Between our names
And the fleeding feelings
Seeping through my heart
And he stays
For he doesn't hear
He doesn't care
And no;
He doesn't feel
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Flos Chorum - (n.) Dancing Flower
PoetryThis is so bad, I'm so sorry, i started writing this when I was like 13, but anyway; •A poetry collection for lost souls• I have written all the poems in this book and the cover is also made by me. Feel free to correct any spelling mistakes and I wo...
