I feel alone.
So terribly alone like a ship on the ocean
Or a beloved toy placed on the shelf.
Even more than a penny passed by on the street
Or a child left alone in the the dark to sleep.
I feel alone.
So utterly alone, yet I am surrounded
Trapped in a whirlpool of people with all their backs towards me.
I am a book on the shelf once the TV is turned on.
The true me no one sees
Because I am stuck in the prison of my mind.
This is my sanctuary.
This is my demise.
This is my freedom.
This is my asylum.
This is my life.
This is my alone.
DU LIEST GERADE
Silent Music
PoesieThis is a collection of poems. Some of them are very litteral and some are figurative. I hope by the end, you can hear the silent music I sing through the pages. All of these poems come straight from my mind to the page and very few are edited. Some...
