The eyes that pry.
The eyes that lie.
The eyes that cry to sleep at night.
They burn they bleed.
They whisper and scream.
They don't understand how it feels.
To be all alone.
To be far from home.
To be stuck in a body that you can't control.
As I lay here.
As I read.
As I wonder if anyone hears my plead.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Spacelessness
PoetryPoetry isn't just words it is emotions, memories, galaxies, nightmares, dreams, protests, confessions, forgetfulness, coping, and a desire for a friend or human being who will console in his or her pain.. that's what this book is all about.. Warnin...
