The more I watch this world
The world you all know well
I see that for some it's not so different
Then the world I call home
True their world is full
But they are alone all the same
No one to call them friend
No one to take note of thier struggles
No one to count their hardships
Not in this world
But I see your struggles
I see your hardships
And if you would just reach out
I would call you friend
YOU ARE READING
My Book of Poetry ChH
PoetryThis is just what the title says alot if not all of it will be free verse meaning it won't rhyme or follow any sort of pattern This is Chapter H This Chapter is complete
