LINES OF THOUGHT © 2015
Poets always trace a different path,
They follow trails that few dare to tread,
With eyes that see beyond the apparent,
And hearts that do not know how to be silent.
They scream in silence, with subtle verses,
The pain of the world that they feel in their chest,
Transforming chaos into gentle words,
And making suffering a way of life.
Each poem is a muffled cry,
An echo of souls that suffer in vain,
And yet, they continue by their side,
Holding their expression on paper.
Poets, with their pen and their pain,
Give voice to what the world forgets of love.