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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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Eden Benibo
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