Who endlessly asking,
wondering
His existence;
Purpose—
Is there any?
Who never left by these rumbling thoughts:
Different,
Odd,
Bearing heavy—
than the rest
Who keeps awake;
Has no choice
Crowded,
Clouded,
His mind
Things he never got a chance—
Never got to live
—To You
071417
YOU ARE READING
UNSPOKEN
RandomPieces of life. All rights reserved 2017. LolitaAi. (Credits to the owner of picture I used for the book cover.)
