No one to call my own
Tie-dye tears in my bones
Enveloped in grief
It's speaking to me
I hear there's people around
And I wish I could see
Open my mouth
A waft of air comes out
Humming a tune
Dancing to it alone
I am not a rebel
There's no outlet for this steam.
Slipping papers under the door
The words are more than they seem.
Looking to set afresh
Later, tomorrow, another day.
Walking in circles in an endless cycle
Real life is just a twisted game away.
In the night sky I look for just one star that gleams
Depersonalizing spiral
Maybe I am a nightmare within a dream.
- by NM
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