ListenA Poem by ZhavyHave my ear against the wall in attempts to hear them talkingWide awake in my dreams I’ve been living sleepless nights Just a writer jotting notes Base it on a scripted life Fixated on the right When what’s left is so wrong Writing my wrongs to write these songs She’s the paper I write these thoughts and feelings on I’m next to useless all alone If I take another L I’m on the road home My judgments been clouded by all this smoke I say it’s just a cough You really think weed smoke? Leader of the goals Get the lost I’ll lead them home Starving all my hopes will only feed the ambition No there’s nothing’s gone But it feels like something’s missing © 2018 ZhavyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorZhavyRichmond Hill, Ontario, CanadaAboutYou can try and take away my voice but you can never take away my pen. I tattoo life onto paper injecting my aspirations and emotions. “I’ve never seen someone come to the point of sel.. more..Writing
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