Daniel Hazelhoff : writer, poet, rapper

Unspoken words of the hoards of blind sheep with no shepherd,
Where is your god now I ask?
She has left us here to rot,
I can promise you that much.
Now we seem to glide on a luck that dwindles,
And I sit here writing words that mean nothing.
Yeah sure, you might read them, or you probably wont,
But that’s not the point.
They are read and the page is forgotten,
The message has left the mind
And the mind is left as blank as the rest of this poem.