I wake up,
I never sleep
I fill my lungs,
I never breathe
I move my lips,
I never speak
Broken pipes that never leak
I open eyes,
I cannot see
I spire thoughts
I cannot teach
I drip in eighths,
I cannot listen
Tortured souls that cannot glisten
Nice, I love it. It's a meaningful poem with a great idea that's clearly defined.
Possibility Pair, Of Ox
Published by Family Friend Poems October 2008 with permission of the Author.
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Nice, I love it. It's a meaningful poem with a great idea that's clearly defined.