PainA Poem by Riv
The more I look
The less I see The more you look The more I become There's a sense of sadness It renounces itself in you Only to make a silent sound So shrill in the feel I wish I could take it The pain you feel It only begins to spread As I jump conclusions Have I lived as I were Have I done something wrong Is there a path I must take Or perhaps one you must The more I think The less I know The more you think The more I incline
© 2015 RivAuthor's Note
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