So maybe i'm deranged,
But, oh, so much has changed.
I see different on the world,
I can't come back to my old view.
And where have they gone,
All the helpers of the world?
Do they act in the dark,
Or have they fled on my mark?
So maybe I'm just a fool,
But, oh, I know what to say to you:
There's nothing I can say,
You're gonna have to find your way.
My words can't make you do,
Things you are meant to do.
My thoughts can't make your heart feel,
If you block your sympathy.
I'm not deranged, nor a fool,
See, I just told you what to do.
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Silence (Poetry Collection)
PoetrySilence is a poetry collection written after a period of writers block that lasted almost ten months. Trying something new, adapting to different type of creativity, adapting to changes of life, and what it brings along...mixture of those feelings a...