The soft whispers, the violent screams, the wimpers of self induced pain. My life such a crime that it was wasted on this earth, molested by the winds, raped by the sun, murdered by the fire. I am a victim of this earth, attempting to live and die at the same time. <br /> <br />You cannot tell me how impossible it is to live with a pessimistic attitude. I already know. I am not ignorant, I am not all knowing. <br /> ~~ I am trapped ~~ <br /> <br />In this world we are allowed only one freedom at a time. My hands are free to write, yet I am blindfolded. I can only hear what I am told. When I have grown old enough that I may see what is truely happening, my hands will be crippled with arthritis, my voice too soft to be heard. This <br />is why only the very willing can learn from the elderly. <br /> This is why our world is dying <br /> <br /> My life is pitiful <br /> My world is small <br /> My views are narrowed <br /> My mind is bound <br /> <br />I am controlled by this world. The same one I want desperately to abandon. <br /> <br /> *My life *My life *My life * <br /> <br />My society induced labyrinth with no center to find.<br /><br />jen capaldi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/can-you-hear-the-soft-whispers-of-my-heart-2/
