Poems from smilily
The symbols that swarm before me
form nothing in my eyes, my mind.
So how am I supposed to see
the solution to all that is sought?
I...
I am the blood against the snow,
the stain among the pure.
The suffering and harm of all
and this is all I know.
I am the thorn that...
Nothing is wrong.
Just cruel words,
hatred flowing,
an unending mountain of despair.
But this is within me,
a storm not yet seen....
As the hawk swoops down
collecting its prey,
I can't help but to wonder
just what would it say?
Would it say the purpose
was simply just a...
Laughing, dancing,
Happily making
Joy upon the world.
A tiny thorn,
for thee not worn,
A tiny prick, a little hurt.
It breaks the skin
It...