Sometimes I stare in amazement,
At causes for things depressing.
My eyes weary at the sight,
Of such things forgiving.
Do flowers tell of love and trust?
Or do they deceive us to think so?
So as I learn to believe myself one thing,
I learn to feel another.
To be angered by a noble cause,
To learn it’s not noble at all.
I just wish that I could tell my heart,
To lose itself and become numb,
Maybe then I could learn to cry.
Poem written by Jeremy C Kester
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