Hollow, damned, black-coaled place:
I feel alone but yet surrounded,
Suffocating in the vain.
I need the people like I need to breathe -
Not every person lets you, though.
Some just deprive you of all air and go away.
I'm bored, I'm bored to death
By all the same and every day,
By lazy, childish play,
By ignorant, not caring ones,
By being - feeling - wanting to be invisible
Among the balding, bony wolves.
I want some air, space and time.
I want some silence for the thoughts of mine.
I want to love and live and shine -
And not to feel the passing time.
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Poetic Études
PoetryA collection of short poems, sometimes free verse, written anywhere and anytime when I found inspiration in nature, weather, places and smells.