Am I really living
Or just enjoying the chase
Everywhere
Everyday
I see her face
But there’s no place for us here
Because we’re surrounded by fear
The fear of something different
Something
“Strange”
Unusual they say
But little do they know
People like us have existed
Existed before the invention of the day
Like all other people
We’re just one of many different variations
Just trying to exist
In a world that wants to limit us
In a world
That in fact
Is limitless
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By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
Comments (4)
great poem
Being limited in a world that's limitless. Certainly does sound very sad.
Great poem, and hopefully not the only side of the story for you.
May I simply be allowed to quote one of my favorite authors/actors & not quite yet a PEGOT (the Oscar is almost inevitable): "Love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love....."