From the West to Somewhere in the East.

Just remember your corruption is worse then are's.
I don't blame you for feeling so left out.
If you have voice you must speak it, and speak it in volumes to be actually heard.
It's a hit or a miss kind of thing.
Sometimes reaching is not of the clouds but of the ground.
Feel that dirt, squeeze it in your hand and remember your still here.
And just maybe it won't disappear.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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