They look at me strangely
As if I were not one of them.
Stranded I am in this purgatory,
For I am no one to belong here.
I fall down but nobody helps,
I get up but nobody sees,
I disappear but nobody appears
To look about for me.
Have I become so invisible
To not be seen?
I find neither Peace nor Kindness here
Where are my friends? I think,
Do they not want to help?
Stuck here I am on Earth,
With nobody to care, nobody to love
Wandering the streets
As my enemies stride ahead.
For I am humanity
So white, so pale,
A ghost of living present.
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Too obvious to predict now, is it not? Philosophical much?
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My Thoughts in Verses
PoetryMy thoughts in verses is a bunch of poems that I have written at various stages of my life. Whether for completion or for leisure, all of it has a bit of my crude essence. *The picture on the cover does not belong to me. I do not take any credits.
