their days stack neatly like coins
each one polished till it vanishes
they carry smiles as heavy armor
every step calculated not to slip
i wonder how they breathe softly
how silence never claws their throats
how the walls don’t cry with them
how their hearts don’t storm at night
some people never howl at the moon
never fall trembling to the bathroom tile
never curse the world in their own tongue
never hold chaos like a second heartbeat
they mistake stillness for being whole
call wildness a thing to be tamed
but tell me, who sees the stars clearer
than the one lost in the dark alone
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Great lines in this poem that speak to me of how some people never take a chance. Nicely done
Very lucky circumstances plus lack of imagination. A great diagnosis of complacency. Thoroughly enjoyed.
wow this is downright an amazing poem...crafted so thoughtfully, and so relatable to me. Gave me comfort. thank you!
very very real Brother! i can easily relate to about every bit of that .
thanks for sharing it
Thanks David I appreciate your feedback
Some are complete regiments. In old age I’m bout 30 70. Trying to get better.
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