Her eyes, they were stars
Her hair the night sky,
Flying in the wind
As they caught the tears of starlight she'd cry.
Her thoughts, a poem
Of her screams turned words, deep and dark
But her world was full of illiterates
Turning deaf to her voice as she sang like a lark.
Her actions and words were overwhelming,
They were afraid of the new.
And she tried and and kept trying,
To speak the language they knew.
But all her efforts, they went futile
As she picked up those knives,
And in her last moments she realized
How it wasn't them but her weakness that had killed her.
STAI LEGGENDO
wait,
PoesiaWait, As the world you stand upon spins into the dark, the only light emitted by igniting a spark. Wait, And look at the chaos, the hate that fills, that fuels, that brims. The screams that hurt even the deaf, felt by all, even the daft. Wait, To...
