We all feel small.
Gravitating towards the grandiose Of life
Satiating our desires
Our wants and needs
We all feel miniscule.
Clinging on to what power there is
To control.
To compensate.
To be acknowledged.
We all feel left out.
That, we forget ourselves
In a sea of confusing lights
Troubled by the anchor weighing us down
That we for something new
Of what we think
Of what we are.
At some point we all feel belittled
That we seek action and hope dreams
Far out of our reach
There is a sacrifice
But blurring the line of what makes US, us
Is not worth it.
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Labyrinth
PoetryPoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
