What have I become?
Just a pattern to follow.
Knock on the outside.
And you'll see that I'm hollow.
I'm blind, I'm deaf, I'm dumb and disabled,
Empty inside, I crave and crave.
For a reason to go on,
To find a heart among the knaves.
Love, age, work, dreams
What are they, really?
They run endlessly it seems,
But then they die when we die.
It's just an illusion, my heart screams,
The orders we tend not to defy
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State of Mind
PoetryA random collection of short poems and stanzas depicting things that have been on my mind in the last few months.
