Teen Life Lesson Poem

A poem about how your senses may mislead you or fail you.
Sometimes we have to use our heart to feel, hear, see, etc.
It was a poem I wrote when I felt I couldn't be true to myself and others.
I was having some relationship problems because of this.
And I made some bad decisions because I haven't listened to my heart.

So it's a poem talking about that and how the heart has its own senses.
(It's all metaphorically)

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The 6th Sense

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Published: September 2011

My hands grow numb, they cannot feel.
My eyes grow dim, can't tell what's real.
My senses die, now what's the deal.
All I can smell is hate and fear.
The voice of reason I cannot hear.
My senses die, I once held dear.
My mouth fills with lies.
And my last sense dies.
Out of darkness, a light did shine.
A new cloud is born, with a silver line.
Drums were beating, perfect rhythm and time.
A heart was beating, I know it was mine.
That's when I realized I'm not very smart.
This entire time I could feel with my heart.
With my heart's sight
I could see the light.
With my heart, now I could smell
The beauty of the world, from which I fell.
With my heart's senses, I could tell
The place in which I live is no longer hell.
With my heart's hearing, I could listen to the truth.
With my heart's voice, I could even speak it too.
My heart may cry, but it will never lie.
My heart may feel pain, but that feeling keeps me sane.
My heart may feel sorrow, but I live in the light of tomorrow.
Body and mind, forever intertwined.

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