Millions of People Trapped In Poems

I don’t hear voices, only thoughts.

The thoughts of a million humming birds

Or just one human being.

Flying through the airways,

They are a blue crystalline fabric,

Molding the whole damned world.

All one must do is look,

To see this starry drop.

Under the guise of conversation,

In the fallen shelters of heaven,

No mortal tells their thought.

Their minds are always daunted,

Lost in a world of hate.