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>03. Inspirations » Silent reporter
(8th May 2004) I'm just the one who silently reports obsessed with young teenage lives who fall away and hit the rocks hit out their life or nearly die because of it Where the policemen and detectives note "cause unclear" or "unknown" I know why they have gone I report it not as the screaming journalist infront of the camera with an expensive microphone in his healthy hands I can feel their pain because I am the same soul-seeker outcast from the society I seek souls who lost like me I give those I find what they've missed during their entire miserable lives A tip of a finger from a hand at least someone who can understand and I write it for them so the wealthy world can see who they've been And I say they've breathed differently In my silent report poetry « return |