We're all so close,
Yet light years apart.
An explainable tragedy:
A human a complete stranger against the other.
Is it a compulsion?
To never look into eyes,
To never pass a kind smile?
Looking at lives from a distance,
Never understanding its reality when seen closely
We live as if we don't know we'll someday die.
Isn't that enough to make us love each other?
But we're cold
We run away from our own imagination,
Eaten up by nothing.
Preferring to shrink and die.
An entire human race will die torturing each other.
As a kid I used to wonder,
What makes people hate?
What makes them go astray?
I sit here and feel like a stranger to myself
With poetry as my only friend.
I am so close to myself
Yet light years apart.
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Poetry:My Only Friend
PoetryIn a world where falling in love is so rare, I fell in love with poetry. It gave me understanding. I write to understand my pain. I write to feel my pain and transcend it. I feel my words, I feel the past, the present, I envision the future, all th...
