Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
Comments about Akijah Hall
... (No Title)
A cold wind rushes over my sanctity,
Without peace of mind there is no place for sanity,
My only known cure hasn't yet worked for me,
I guess music really isn't a remedy.
I felt the wrath build up in me,
Why I choose to seem lonely,
Ever since I lost all faith in me,
I lost lost all trust in humanity.
Pain feels better without hate or love,
Only and simply because,
No sorrow can build within us,
And cause your stability to ebb.
Love is an ocean,
Hate is a stream,
But in the end Sorrow lies in everything