In the crowded halls
I am the smallest of them all
Nobody sees me
In the crowded stores
I am all but lore
Nobody sees me
In my home
I am all alone
Nobody sees me
In my Brain
I am all but lame
Only I can see me
On my porch, my soul looks in
Looking at my body, laying within
They finally see me now
In my own grave
I am died, grievous loved ones around
Speaking of good times
Trying to turn the frowns upside down.
They drag my body to the hole
And lower me down with a sudden jolt
I am gone to the world
No one can see me now
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Book Of Poems
PoetryThis is created to house a collection of poems. I will try to update regularly. All Poems are original.
