"The World In Us"
the world tells us
we are different,
and i laugh.
i laugh because
we are all products
of its misery.
we are all
alone and lost;
the same way
the world stays in the
heart of it all.
alone and lost
between the darkness.
alone and lost
we are the same.
YOU ARE READING
BLACK BUTTERFLY
PoetryI recently went to a bookstore and decided to write down it's poems: by ROBERT M. DRAKE. BLACK BUTTERFLY.
