So hidden in the eyes of others,
Mirrors didn't help you to recognize yourself anymore.
Words were the way you lived but it came out of other people,
The pieces you took from the soul so harsh.
You can see the resentment of distractions you caused,
The life you took out of people,
The years you can never give back.
Unfairness of life isn't just cruelty.
Its dependency, the domestication of the soul.
The cave of false identity,
You are just another prisoner of prison of unlearned knowledge.
YOU ARE READING
The poem of Crito
PoetryThe pursuit of wisdom, The journey of words, You are the lost poet. You look for in this generation, lost words, loss of the critique of life.
