The pot of gold
At the end of the rainbow
Seems like nothing
But fools' gold.
The clouds
Seem to have
No silver lining.
The light at the end
Of the tunnel
Seems dimmer.
The finish line
To this madness
Seems farther.
And no one
Seems to care...
YOU ARE READING
Unleashed Silence
PoetryI could fill a thousand pages telling you how I feel and you still wouldn't understand. In fact I don't even understand but I fear of drowning in the words left unsaid.
