I Am Dead
I am blind.Because I see my fellowmen being abused
And I do not help them.
I am deaf.
Because I hear lies being spread
And yet, I do not stop them.
I am dumb.
Because I have things to tell
And yet, I say nothing.
I have a heart.
And yet, I don't use it
So I love not nor care.
If these are true
So then
What is the point of living?
Nothing.
And so
I am dead.
Poetry by Nightingale21
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Written on 2008-05-27 at 07:07
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