The fool that I amA Poem by Dream Weaver
I cry for every broken heart unaccounted.I fight for every personal attack that’s been surmounted.
I comfort those who are weary and weak, I hear for the deaf and for the mute I shall speak.
I give hope to the hopeless and courage to the oppressed, no discomforting issues will go unaddressed.
I console the dejected and the feebly old, I listen to stories that must be told. I weep for every tragedy large or small, in my heart of hearts I suffer through it all.
Maybe I’m a fool, who’s grasping thorns on a stem, has anyone ever thought to ask me, how I really am?
I’m hurting won't somebody help me?
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