I cry of grief even tho
I have not lost anything
I am homesick even tho
I am where I've always been
I feel alone even with
Other people in the room
I feel lost even with
In the walls of my own home
I'm out of place even in
The nicest of rooms
I don't belong even in
The greatest of groups
I wonder there even when
I should just grow up
I can't seem to even when
I am held above
What am I?
A lost spirit
Roaming the lands?
A misguided alien
Who messed up their plan?
Or a cursed fairy
Who was banised from light?
Or a creature whom
In sadness, finds delight?
2024. 07. 01.
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Versek/Poems
PoetryIde szeretném feltenni a verseimet, amiket korábban írtam. A többségük angol, de lesz magyar is. This is where I want to publish the poems I've written. Most of them are in English, but some are in Hungarian.