The words I utter lacking of action, The you that enjoys hurting,
While he envies us both with nothing but introspection,
As she is torn apart by working.
The society we shift is broken,
You are everything yet doing nothing at all,
They try still we have never awoken, Different but at the core still the same standing at an endless wall.
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Tales of The Soul
PoetryA poem. It is a short and yet evocative way of writing but how can my poems reach your soul? A poem to be relatable and yet unfamiliar, very short and yet telling stories for eternity without any more words. Can a poem touch upon the nature of human...
