Funny how every day,
Is so different.
They all feel the same;
Different days,
But I still feel the same.
Exploration of the truth:
Venturing into the depths of reality,
The uplifting hue of stones unturned,
The unsettling fog of lies,
The knowledge that nothing can be changed.
I know the unknown.
I've learned what cannot be learned.
I have ventured to the scariest places,
And have returned never quite the same.
Yet, each day feels the same,
Everything is hollow,
Empty.
It engulfs me,
And everything around me,
Could never break me free.
This is one I had half written for about a week. I just finished it.
-Z
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Believes Me
PoetryJust a book of random poetry, short stories, and whatever else I felt the need to write. Enjoy I guess :^) Completed.
