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Filling Feelings

My eyes see They hear too; Words silently shouting In the eyes of another. Cords slowly choking As a heart wawls in an echo reechoing They hear The voice in the noise The cry in the laughter The lies in the truth My eyes hear too My hand writes It fights too, Piercing through steel hearts Setting free caged truth; As my infuriated pen Spills ink Dead consciences, Are left with wounded spirits. It fights The bad amongst the good And the good gone bad My hand fights too My lungs breath They long too; Persistently gasping For 'the big answers' to 'the big questions' Incessantly thirsting For truth undiluted Ceaselessly panting For more words to chew, Digesting wisdom daily They long For the parcel of love boxed And the piece of peace thrown My lungs long too My heart beats It kicks too Against scenes of the poor poured; Like raindrops trampled upon, By the feet of devilry My heart breaks Not at the sight of the might But at the fight of a plight It kicks, The fear in the eyes that speak And the tears in the eyes that hear too My heart kicks too I write to live I live to write These feelings and filling

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