I am driven, but have no purpose. I seem like a calm before the storm. I am so sensitive, I feel others pains. I want to help, but I cannot heal what is not within reach.
By Danahae Barraclough2 years ago in Poets
Be brave, my looking glass of life. Ill did we not want, null returns void, Yet I am, not null, not void. A voice meets, underneath.
The night is long. Welcome to a home, a home with a crying child, who no one will ever hug. He may try and try again, hurt after hurt.
How could life be so hard regardless. A level, so plain through the eyes of the master. It is clear, but we cup the water with dirty hands.