I am inside a bank
Waiting to apply for an ATM card
Many people around
With faces that are blank
I am inside a bank
A thought came around
What if I stole the gun of one of the guards
Will I go to the prison or in a white ward
I am inside a bank
I saw many money being deposited
Asking to myself where did it come from
Maybe from selling a land and home or...
Maybe I don't know
I was inside a bank
Now I'm in my room
Writing in my journal about my many thoughts
Pitying myself from the life I have been locked
Many years it sunk
In the deepest trench of the world
Mariana trench
No one, even a wrench can't unlock
The life inside the bank.
YOU ARE READING
THE CLOUDWALKER
Poetry𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 (𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧) - Living in my own words is better than to suffer your world. "THE CLOUDWALKER" is a collection of poems about the feeling of not belonging to the world, feeling of being trapped in the past, presen...
