humans are consisted
of broken dreams
and lost chances
forever forced to wander
the vast seas of possibility
humans know what it truly
means to feel alone
their minds are locked in a cage
and their cries for help
go unanswered
it's perpetual darkness
behind their facade of light
but the one true desire
they really have
is to escape the silence
that replays over and over
inside of their heads
their one true plea
is to rise from the slumber
that keeps them imprisoned
humans are composed of
broken souls
and lost ambitions
forever searching
the endless possibility of chance
unable to break free
from the confinement of their bodies
indefinitely dwelling inside
the void of their minds
never to escape
ever
. . . . . .
we are all alone
and that is what it truly means
to be human.
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Snippets of Color
PoetryI'm left with colors, feelings I can't even explain. I can only sit back, let it all flow, and be quiet
