Alone
In the mist of society
Feeling anxiety
Stress and full of prophecy
Alone with the privacy
Thinking about humanity
In a mask of destiny
Hides my face, my tears, my screams
Like a dark TV screen
Life gone so far away, dreamed with nobody
The world could be free
In the absence of humanity
Lost in the blank of a noisy society
As loud as a pig in purgatory
An absence of stories
It’s one only silently
Stucked in philosophy of loneliness
And still, here no one to come
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Author:
julianogollo (
Offline) - Published: August 16th, 2017 08:38
- Category: Religion
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Comments1
Great write
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