Shapes
circles, triangles and sqaures
all the same their shapes
they all though different
have the same
a vicious circle
neverending chain
you cannot escape for
no opening you find
for in their shapes
forever you are confined
Tears
oh how sadness engulfs me
my infinite cry
inside are tears of sorrow
forever i breathe a sigh
tears are not real
i bear
the wind echoes my sadness
the rain are my tears
the clouds are my cover
they have been for years
could i not be the wind?
could i not be the clouds?
could i not be the sun?
these elements cannot be touched
they have many powers