Have you ever walked on the road and felt like you didn't want to reach your home? you just walked slowly and thought about everything or nothing... felt tired of this life and peoples around you just wanted to hear nothing from anyone, felt like you was victim of this damn world if so...
then this poem written by me is for you...
Walking on the road
Not want to reach home
walking quietly...
peoples still whispering silently...
Walking step by step
trying to avoid stares
suddenly sun rises
all i can see is darkness
with peoples heartless...
rumors are spreading normally...
i'm just pretending formally...
starting walking more steadily...
thinking about nothing basically...
peoples still appearing out of nowhere
searching bright colors somewhere
want to feel something...
but can feel almost nothing
nothing expect pain
only can see colorless rain...
I think i'm just victim
without imaginary system...
just wearing a mask
but nobody gonna ask...
nobody will question why?
so i will just die....
like and comment pleaaase tell me if you liked it, it's my second ever poem
