Misery loves company, so I am told
Yet many wonder why I write so dark
In my heart the tears never stop
For cruelty and pain are rampant
Seeing someone smile is out of the norm
Hearing laughter is so scarce
I do not know if I became a poet
To express my pain inside
Maybe it was to give a voice to all that can't
The poor, the weak and the young
They all need someone to speak
For everyday to them is a battle
So weary are they
There is no energy to fight
So now I speak on behalf of all
I am a poet {so I am told}
A poet that writes from the heart
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:"( That is how so very dark i feel inside. {{~HUGS~}}
Well sometimes I have learned letting that darkness go can be as scarey as the darkness itself. But I figure it is better to try to bring to light the dark things that every single human has to face everyday. The homelessness, abused children, the hungry, just to mention a few. I would say many choose to disregard these dark places if life, but late at night I am pretty sure everyone has to look darkness in the eye and say "Now What?"
Thank you so much for your wonderful reply you are an angel
Hugsssssss
Nice work there, Sister Muse.
Awwww Thank you very much Z , you made my day ;)
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