I wrote poetry, here's one
words
It’s dark inside my heart and i feel the hard wind pulling at me. I’m dragged at places, i didn’t know they exist. I want to scream of fear, but there are no more words
Attempts to escape this swirlwind, are already doomed to fail. With desperation in my eyes, I look up. All I see there is dark and frightening. I want to open my mouth to talk, but there are no more words
Hard and relentlessly the wind bashed on me, i feel how i sucked by a huge funnel. I would like to call for help, but there are no more words
The pain is no longer feeling and I'm lost all control of the reality. From a distance I see there my body float. I would say that it’s ok, but there are no more words
Could this be the end now? Never more that mocking chilly eyes, hard hands, hateful words and negative cans? I would like to ask questions, but there are no more words
Or is this just the beginning? I wonder when I will find the words to expose the blackest hole in my heart, to mankind. Will i be vomited out as a disposable product? Where this society seems to be finally created? I would like to tell, but there are no more words
And if I find the words, would there be someone willing to take the time to listen
