I am so lonely
Just like the fallen leaf
One among the many other fallen from the same tree
I am so lonely
I am so lost
Just like the spilled letter
One amongst the many other letters in that essay
I am so lost
I am so left out
Just like that white colour
One between the many colours splashed on that canvas
I am so left out
I am drowning
Just like that whale 52hz
One voice in the midst of so many of the known voices
I am drowning
I am an outsider
Just one of the unwelcome guest
One amidst the many other on a cold stormy winter night
I am an outsider
If i have no identity
If i have gone astray
If i have literally no presence
If i am just a bubble
If i am not wanted
If i have no shared memories
then why stay
wouldn't it be better to be one among
the chosen ones in the act of Thanos's snap
To be gone without being noticed
without getting the time to say goodbye
No one to wave back anyway....
Nothing is real
When smiles are scares
Can't I leave
Do i need to ask
I am so afraid
But
Can anything be different now
That i be gone?
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Swings
PoetryWhen i was a child i used to think swings were like time machines, yes a time machine. Why you may ask. The memories of the origin of such a thought is so vague in my mind i wonder what made me think so. Now as my thought process is becoming more m...
