Anyway! Down to business. This will be the last poem for at least a couple of weeks. I have final exams next week and I need to spend my time focused on that. YEAH RIGHT. I'm not confident at all and I bet I still don't revise enough. I'll try though. I just need to talk while I revise and not spend hours revising hard to get an E.
This is called 'Distant'.
He sits outside the city; the man within his home, And he watches all the people go through life alone. He’s alive and yet not living, while he fills his head with fear; Fear of being the same because the road ahead’s not clear. His shadow is possessed with the demons of his nightmares; Those that push him under the world for which he cares. To be alive is blessed, and yet life passes by. He’s too afraid to live but yet so afraid to die. He passes all the silver and dismisses all the gold; Flies by all the diamonds and eventually grows old. Wrinkles tell no stories and yet his eyes have seen so much; He fingers tips burnt by the fire he did not touch. |
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