Poetry By: Myria
Souls aimlessly wondering emptily
Quietly screaming to be filled with more than temporary substance
Each soul unique in it’s own way
To be free from bondage
Torments from the past
Clinging towards hope of the future
Not valued as they should be
Disconnected and desynthetized
As the world attempts to destroy every soul it can
Will we continue to close our eyes from seeing, our ears from listening?
Will we put forth the effort to love even those who can’t love themselves?