One year older
A weight on the shoulder
Never the wiser
A self-appointed advisor
Pacing and pondering
Subject to senseless wandering
Nine-to-five business days
A robotic dizzy haze
From confetti and party hats
To unknown habitats
Forming a cynical skeptic
And a radical hectic
I recently had a birthday, and it made me wonder when did it change?
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Poems of an anchor
PoetryI'm a poet, and yes, I know it I am very fond of poetry and writing. I'm the kind of person who never verbalizes my feelings. I prefer to write them down, transforming them into literary works of art. Words bear comfort and catharsis for my heart an...
