"A Billion Banished souls"
A billion banished souls set their chairs back-to-back.
Waiting for the moment they can open up their shack.
Rising up.
Falling down.
No longer able to find the ground.
Fighting for best.
Falling for worst.
Why must we live our lives like we're cursed?
The magnets draw us closer until they flip and contract.
All meaning is lost.
----------- Sean Whittaker
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A Billion Banished Souls (Poem)
PoetryA Billion Banished Souls is a short poem about loneliness and true connection written by Sean Whittaker.
