people, people, everywhere, and not a friend to meet
to stop and rest and catch your breath
is lost in metros metrics deep
people, people, everywhere, and not a friend to greet
but sharks abound, in complex down,
and bite to rhythm, soulless beat
people, people, everywhere, and not a friend to eat,
first's the soul and then the face
will light shine upon this place?
the colored hues of memory past
begin to cave in anguish blast
while not gone your face remains
etched in recollection pains
too soon was caught, and saved myself
left memory and friend to hell
they ate the soul and then the face
and i was left inside this place
people, people, everywhere, and not a friend to meet
but watchers gaze from hollow dens
clutch lifetimes end in broken pens
people, people, everywhere, and not a friend to meet
a day of pain for little gain
i cry, and guilty, start to weep
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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...
