Today,
I was again standing,
In the crowd of strangers with no faces.
Where the word, belong, does not exist.
I was again obliged.
To hear the loud snarl,
Yet I have to endure two voices,
The murmurs in front of my face,
And the noises inside my head.
Sometimes it was strange,
Often, it was fascinating,
Especially when they all start talking.
They seemed to have different approaches,
even with tones and rhythms.
Funny,
All of them seemed to sing,
The song I wrote,
That I used to sing when I was a kid.
And lately,
I often find myself, tasting the old tunes,
that I was eager to rewrite since the day I wrote it.
"I'm not enough, even in my own liking."
~Darkcamelot
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Sudden Thoughts
PoetryPoems out of nowhere just wanted to express those words that lingers in my head. [Highest Ranking] 06-17-2018 #15 - thoughts #13 - poems 06-24-2018 #30 - poetry
