Somehow,
My colour view becomes dull
Full of wasted products
Some come from the highest intellectual tower
And the rest from good-for-nothing dolls.
The relative theory of abandonment
Donning a flawless mask
Covering the true, lingering thought
Inside the CPU of one's life cage
Not letting even a virus hacks my formidable principle
The so-called elixir of lies.
Lie until it becomes the truth
A perfect 'truth' that nobody can deny
As people mask themselves with the 'truth',
A devastating pandemic of loneliness
While this pandemic rises in silence
People don't realize it
Safely to say;
They're unaware of it
These pitch black whispers consuming its soul slowly
Leaving nothing but neverending doubts.
The dull melancholy
Waiting a perfect time to leave
In the forest of wandering souls lies ahead.
-NAM-
11012018
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Life: A Poem Collection
PoesíaA collection of freestyle poems (some might seem like a prose) or so-called 'catatan' by a person who tries to explore about life and facing the reality within it. It is inspired by the journey of my life encountering new people, new issues and new...
