The prophet

 The prophet

I don’t feel anything, but cold,

but misery,

but sadness.

I do not see anything, but horror,

but grief,

but misery.

I do not breathe, the light air,

the fright that care,

Unburden my heart.

I do not get, anything,

but loss,

but misunderstandings.

I do not create,

but destroy,

but twist.

I do not

Another personality poem. Can you see the meaning behind knowledge?