The Echo

All you try to do

Is cover up those scars

With that deep ebon cloak of your’s

All I hear are the echos of your pain

Of your bruises that swell so thick

 

This is not the real you

Past blood can never run so deep

Even in a soul so maimed as yours

There’s still light in all that dark

 

You act so black and white

Like the day and night

Only one is true

I wish you’d get the clue

 

No emotion got you paralyzed

I can see it in your eyes

You are not alone

All the stars are here for you

Including the suns right next to you

 

This poem is about: 
My community

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