Poems from cheyron8
Who I am,
Is the reason I write.
Who I am,
Is the reason I fight.
I write to explain,
The unbareable.
The hurt, The pain
The unshareable....
What a feeling
Seems so strange
This weird feeling
I can't explain..
Feeling a change
Only I seem to notice
How frightened I am
By things I...
How many have you had?
One, two, three
Don't you think you've had enough,
Your hurting me.
What can I do?
To make it go away.
I've stooped...
Watching you all go,
What a sad scene,
These children lost,
Didn't get to learn their meaning,
For this world that we live,
That poor man...