A blind man resolving the twisted puzzles of life,
A piece here another there, but they never fit,
which piece are you and which piece am I?
and do our edges contest ?
Angels that whisper guidance,
How can a deaf man ever listen?
Philosophers that illustrate lessons,
I am the illiterate, I can't be examined,
The roads of life I'm striving,
and a mountain of failure I'm climbing,
hers and yours, they all seem one to me,
nothing seems to formulate my existence,
How long would I keep climbing;
before I lose my grip and fall;
to the burning devastating cores;
of the eternal grounds?
Racing thoughts that rush faster than light,
and it's the only voice that I can perceive,
the voices of demons that conspire,
Created a man that never sleeps.
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Burning Papers-love poems
PoetryThese set of poems were published to describe love in a very unique way, hope, love and hate all in one poem
