Poem - 22 November 2019, 05:25

Findings

Reality

Under a hollow mind

Somehow a word kind
And again mysterious
Weird dream tide high

What’s my find
I might be so high
Don’t even know
A journey where it begins
Smudgy road can’t see right

Emptied space in a crowd
Somehow faces I seen
familiar with lives to live
Yet another day

Laid back again
Boundaries I did create
I asked myself
A distinct world where I can hide

Inside me somehow it’s killing
And letting me myself
With another day to revive
One more time a same mistake

Makes me realise
A so called destiny where
I can count on
Yet again pain to bear
findings a mystery side
where people lie

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Poetry Genre:

Tragedy

Topic:

Reality

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Richard Waters27 June 2020, 00:30

" YOU, FIND WHAT, YOU WANT, LOVE !!! " We, do not have to be " involved " if we don't want to be ? DO WE ?
You, obviously need, to " FIND " some " thing " to " bring home the bacon " !! GOOD FOR YOU. Nice one. But, know we can respond, as we see fit. Surely ? Right ?
Anyway, neat work. To, promote " stability " through " collective " responsibility. And, " liberty " to choose, " the path, most significant, considering " APPEAL AND FEEL. "
THANKS. For, sharing. :) :)