There is a life behind your sight
A life far from bright
Someone away from the light
So listen up and hold tight
It is we from below
Last in a row
Ones that are smiling even in sorrow
Yes we exist someone so low
We sit on the floor, you sit on a bench
We're dark and dull, yours gold stench
With a perfect life you are blessed
But trust me, we just laugh at our idiotness
We are the unseen
It'll make you wonder and knit your brows
Thinking what kind of life we've been
Oh! It's just a life no one knows
YOU ARE READING
POIESIS ✔
PuisiPoiesis - a variant greek term derived to form the term POETRY. √ A compilation of self written poems and poetry √
