I'm a broken man in a broken world.
'Well, life is unfair,' so I've been told.
And when the days or nights get cold,
My shadow will remain here to hold.
I'm caught in a crossfire of mind and soul.
It feels like home, but I know it's a mere battle.
And I keep looking at my chest and its gaping hole,
and I'll be thinking, 'When can I finally settle?'
So as I watch the city lights on some desolate hill,
wishing to remember and experience how to feel,
I will end up dreaming by the dusty window sill
and realize how time is a concept far too surreal.
There, I'm a family photo hanging loose on a perched nail.
There, I'm a lone wolf that went astray as I'm left to fail.
There, I'm a mother of three children who slowly turns frail.
But here, I'm a man of nobody, whose home is now his jail.
Unfair enough are the world, the life, and the in-betweens
and my hidden talent is hiding too long, remaining unseen.
Though there are times where waking up makes me so keen,
At the end of the day, I'm a demon to none, an eternal fiend.
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The Core I Orbit - (a poem anthology)
詩歌❝ I'm a man of an overthinker, but an overdoer have I been seldom So when the pulsars spin no more, the warmth of the fire turns infernal ❞ ========== I hereby declare the little unvoiced thoughts sizzling inside my head verbatim one may call as a f...
