Desperation lurks within us all,
Lying beneath the surface of our skin,
I see it in their eyes, count up the toll
Of those who will bleed it out from within.
We are joined only in isolation,
The human race- martyrs without a cause.
Wretched with desire for explanation,
Minds numb with the burdens that they endure.
I'm holding up my true thoughts for ransom
Interest is the price they have to pay.
If those thoughts try to leave I am struck dumb
Will the tears in my eyes hide their dismay?
If we were quiet we could hear the call
To acme of greatness, instead we fall.
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The Wind
PoetryA collection of poems, short stories and writings. Well, essentially just poems at the moment. Variety of influences I will always be willing to disclose for specific poems. Some are darker than others (see tags for possible triggers). Please commen...
