In the crowd full of white coats,
I was in a black coat,
Seemed like a lawyer,
In a world full of doctors.
They shine like an angels,
With their white coats on,
And stressors on faces,
I hid like a darkness,
Inside my black coat,
With smile on my face of dot.
Sitting there at the cafe,
Under the shades of umbrella,
Vacant chairs near by,
Looking at other benches,
Full of saviour and angels clenches,
Writing down on my dairy,
While playing country music through the leads,
I found life playing its own beats.
Remembrance of the nostalgia of old memories,
Almost lost in daydreams,
Being in love with the idea of being loved,
Spring leaves moving with air,
Air enchanted spells on me,
And the time froze itself,
Like the black coat among the white coats.
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
