I know him
That is a fact.
But I know,
He does not know me.
Everything
From ways and means.
I know,
He is real.
Does he?
Do I even exist?
Or do I,
No longer make sense
In this world of pain and hardship.
Is it just me?
Or I was never destined
To be here.
On the world
With spaces in between.
Which
Also does not make sense.
‘Cause it never existed.
Just like,
You being with me.
YOU ARE READING
A Ludicrous World
PoetryA Collection of Poetry written by Kyle Patrick De Guzman It is a world filled with absurdity where only a few could understand and take. It is all real or could just be a mere possibility - for some. "Nothing is absurd as long as it is real and plau...
