Solemn Friend
Noise slivers it's silver tongue across my cheek.
A sharp sting reaches it's wound.
His laughter mocks the pain.
This solemn friend brings me solace.
He saunters off in disregard,
Leaving me in his wake.
I call for him to stay,
But he leaves me in silence.
Void is what remains.
Nothing to see,
Nothing to know,
Nothing but me,
And the pain it brings.
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Beyond The Wall
My mind gets lost in the reality of where we live. The life that we lead can be seen through filters are unknown to the souls of those who realize nothing of the world around them. Expression is what brings light to who we are and what we want to be. Nothing is set in stone, but everything has purpose. Everything has change.
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