You stand afar and watch
How my clamours have no meaning
And my hope glitters in ashes--
Yet I write you a poem,
One which slaves did sing
And their shackles cried and fled--
Yet I read you a poem,
With my self-liberated being,
But again they have no meaning
Like hope without despair.
YOU ARE READING
Anxiety and Things that Shatter
Költészet"Anxiety, you are lightening and a thunder only I can hear. In my despair, you wear an intimidating smile like a glittering stretch mark on the skin of the horizon." Cover by @DeathsDarkSoul
