I am always at war with my thoughts
All of my friends know that, folks
I am not mundane, I am unorthodox
Rich, famous, honorable- me - well, that's a hoax
My circle is tiny, close and accepting
And knowing how open they are is liberating
But wind blew a different direction, hollowing
That hole of a goddamn circle is not letting me in
I am no longer dealing with people that don't see
A work-in-progress, a backlog, a case study
For my life, I am no longer handing my key free
For my sanity, this is the peace I ought to be
YOU ARE READING
every person is a comet
PoetryIn the cosmic expanse of time, I've journeyed to craft this ethereal collection, a constellation of words orbiting the nucleus of my life. Unlike my previous works, this poetic anthology ventures beyond the familiar galaxies, exploring realms of lov...
