Why is it so isolating
Both in our minds and around us
With nothing but our phone touch to guide us
We take a path
One that no one knew of
And we find our own way
One small light
A map to a thousand places
A weapon against the greatest enemies
We search for things we with we're there
But find things buried deep inside
A lot that the night lets rise
Some of you can guess
But this light isn't real
It's the hope in our hearts
That allows us the feel
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A collection of poems
PoetryA short collection of poems written by myself, hope you all enjoy.
