i walk through hem
endless masses of
sheep
robots
illussions
i reach out to touch one
and they
shatter
collapse
vanish
i give a scream
unheard but for myself
and i stop to wonder
whats wrong with them
and finally
whats wrong with me
i need to stop writing crap
Comments
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Thats some good crap...
I love this poem, it's quite profound
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wow great poem loved it and it is so not crap my stuff is below crap XD
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its not crap baby
i like it
good job
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