your pain is evident in your wails,
the trees, they bow in pity and fear
they fear your rage.
you search for those who will listen,
but not even the strong can hear your tales of woe.
YOU ARE READING
daydream//a collection of poems
Poetry.+*thinking is all i'm good for, but I think I think too much. what's there to not think about? i'm lost.*+.
