Why is it so, it's lonelier with a crowd
then it is when I'm in my room?
How is it that chaos is sound;
like feeling calm while facing doom?
Is it freedom or am i just lonely?
Sits a question in my mind-
Did i isolate myself purposefully
Or were they dwarfs and me a giant?
Barely floating in the black,
Mind a void, devoid of thoughts.
Lost my purpose, I lost my track;
Was i meant to, or a faux pas by the gods?
Now all my prayers just beg for one last chance.
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untitled, random poems
PoetryThese are results of the random bursts of motivation that i had , and nothing special. There is sparsely any poetic device used, it's got no rhyme schemethey're all untitled because i am bad at naming stuff, and not phenomenal of some sort. But the...
