Where are we going?
That's all the murmuring
Nobody told us where
All that was said was
Bring your most prized possessions there
I'm nervously sitting in this train
As lots of views go by
Only seen through a small hole
Except I don't see the beauty
Only the despair and emptiness we now feel.
I felt like a blank map
With nothing left to
My being
The place was nothing
Just like me.
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My Poems
PoetryJust my poems I've written. Nothing special. If you read and enjoy them that's amazing. However, I would be surprised. Please read with care. These are my feelings put to words.
