The World is an abyss
A holder of the secrets
Its grasp touched the air
Pieces united into a shield
The World is a lullaby
Sings me to a deep sleep
Seperate my lunacy
Apart from it's victims
The World holds me
A vulnerable vessel
Combining little pieces
Like a puzzle made of class
World has so many words
Concealed in the vessel
Those words from a maverick
With a melancholic tone
World, a mere therapist
Stares at those far eyes
It feels, it goes
It doesn't say no more.
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Words To Somebody (Poem Book)
RandomA poem book, mostly about my feelings and nostalgia. I don't write this book for views, I just feel satisfied to write everything out like a web book. Leave advice, comments if you like.
