Meant to be a passerby
Forced to live
The stranger looks
from the outside
At the joys of a win
And the loss of a life
love in the eyes
freedom and sin
No one calls from the inside,
no way to move by self
Indoors is a reality of quicksand
One that promises company.
Life seems much more desirable
From the window panes anyway
Walking on the street
the stranger met
another
A soul as strange
A story untold
A lifetime lived
Just as strange as
it's own core
Another passed by
A soul so new
All existing
Living a few
A truth explored
the stranger thinks
Innocent minds ecstatic
with the mirage of false similarities
Longing for belonging
Chasing the matrix
You and me
And them and her
Pointing fingers
Choking throats
The strange soul flew
not wanting to be
Experiencing life
Flying free
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Poesia24/6/20 #15 in communication *MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS* A bunch of poems from the perspective of someone going through mental health issues. In a changing world, we seem to be fine one only to break down the next. This is an attempt at portraying the...
