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