Poetry is the window of my soulIt helps me heal and take controlTo strip away my built up emotionsAnd help me kill my foolish notions.The tear left in..
Left in desolation with a ruined reputationAn image engraved in the minds of others.Peering through uncertain eyes only seeing the disguiseThe one you..
Time is like a revolving doorForever swinging us in motion.Never being stopped or paused but always at a constant speed.We go through an endless cycle..
This poem is spoken from the point of view of a homeless person. I wanted to express how society is so desensitized to homeless people. It was written..