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Freak…
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Loading ...Sittin alone
in company of myself
looking out the window
at total strangers
a scared innocent freak
in an alien world
feeling so numb
find comfort in pain
a proof that i’m alive
merely raving insane
clutching my hair
plucking at my eyes
What the f*** is wrong?
nothing at all…..
the root of madness
is life itself
once staring at the walls
twice looking at the sky
searching for answers
of questions unknown.
sitting,laying,standing
does anything change?
weeping,sleeping,dieing
will it make a difference?
searching blankness now…….
existing without emotion.
in perfect harmony now,
me and my isolation.
6 Comments
I pretty much agree with preety there.the thought behind the poem is new and refreshing…keep up the great job bro.
cheerio.
Apoorv,
” existing without emotion ” – not living/not defined – for me this line really conveys you sense of isolation and frustration.
I imagine it as being kept alive in a porous bubble. Just a refraction away from fully interacting with life.
A great wrote,
Gion
me and my isolation
four words, but what an impact they have.
I like the free flow of the poem
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