Category : Poems
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Everytime I talk to the sky I get no reply.
Hoping eyes watching down on me as I i stare high.
I ask myself why when I stare at the sky.
And curioisty pass me by.
How come we fight to live but born to die.
Is it a better place beyond the sky.
Another ghetto where we keep hope alive.
Or motherless child's who go with unanswered cries.
From sunset too sunrise where's faith.
I ask ninitynine questions and still wait.
Eyes closed and still down.
Looking towards the sky and wondering now.