I've got nothing to say,
I've got nothing to write,
I've got nothing to see,
I can't see any sightsI've got nothing to write,
And yet the world falls,
I've got nothing to write
As others' screams callI've got nothing to see,
But in privelage I live
I've got nothing to see
While others struggle to liveI've got nothing to say,
Even though there is much to be heard,
I've got nothing to shout
Even though I could shout their wordsI've got nothing to say,
Though I am not silent
I've got nothing to say
Even though I could stop this violenceI've got nothing to write
Even though I write fluently
I've got pen and paper
And privelaged luxuriesI've got nothing to write,
Though the world suffers
I've got no ideas
When I am surrounded by othersI've got nothing to say,
When others must speak
I've got nothing to say
Even though I am surrounded by weakI've got nothing to write,
No story can unfold,
I've got nothing to tell,
Even though their pain must be told
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Black Abyss
PoetryA collection of poetry that covers issues from all over the world, issues that strike everyone's lives. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you find meaning in the words I scrawl on this page. ❤️ --- Thanks a ton to LYNWAH for being such a wonderful friend...