Invisible in the crowd
Nothing to hold on to
Like a cloud enslaved by sunshine
Like I know my life inside out
Even then I can't believe
Is this what it's supposed to be?
Am I doing anything right?
Or is this a sign that I should stop.
Stop listening to the mute voices
Stop watching the blinding light
Stop wishing that I can understand
Or make any sense of my life.
YOU ARE READING
Reflections
PoetryI've sailed past the seas, swam into the ocean, found these pearls already embedded in my soul......
