bound by lonely tread
lone wanderer
stuck in a sea of journeys
where are you going
you died long ago
but you kept walking
until the soles of your shoes
peeled and cracked like dead skin
you called out alone
to a crowded sea
teeming with life
and no one called back
the dead don't talk
nor do the living
if only you'd have realized that
a little bit sooner
was it worth it?
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PoetryA collection of mentally ill poems about the world, written by a mentally ill person. Perfect if you're into abstract or freeform poetry. New updates come at random times, but expect slightly consistent updates at least once a week or so! Top 10 in...
