Tuesday, November 22, 2011

My poems.

Can't see the forced hands upon my eyes
Truth cannot be touched by a living Animal
But ways to get over the fight
inside of me
can result in misery.



My battered bones crushed from a heavy weight
cannot be replaced by a single toothpick
Not a single person knows the way I think
I can't show my sorrows expression
to endredful pain in my chest



Trying to talk with gesture
from my hands to toes
can't prove a message that I'm not prepared.

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