I Believe

Thu, 05/12/2016 - 00:34 -- mepa22

I can't seem to find the answers

to give to another.

Is everything an act as he says

or is it just a joke that pays?

Everything has changed, 

but it doesn't change the way we feel.

Humans are not made of steel. 

At times, all we can do is kneel

to the ground and pray 

to a God we may or may not believe in.

Words are often forgotten, 

but the pain has been carved onto our skin.

Invisible but present. 

And as we reminsce about the past,

we learn that nothing will ever last. 

This poem is about: 
My community


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