Thoughts are a potency that stimulate action; the source of human intellect and the birth of understanding. Trapped, they become our demons, yet actualized they live through us. Pen to paper, thought to word, These things change our world.
A void appeared within my soul ****** the light, like a black hole Removing joy from my very being Made me blind - now I am unseeing A child in a world of shadow and pain Emotions are swirling - but noticeable disdain Confused and lost, no light in his mind The way to goodness is so hard to find
Where do I hide? If you hide in the light you're easily noticed If you hide in the shadows, you fade to the dark Where do I go? Where do I hide? Who is there possibly in whom I can confide?
The little old red slowly fades away, Into a soft baby pink that glew in array From across the way, the dasies would see, wishing they could be as pretty as thee.