It started a long time ago.
Never understood,
everything just floats on by,
while remaining absent.
Watch everyone
with their precious moments.
Look from the corner of the room.
But what's the point?
Absent.
Let it all slip away,
and let's become disconnected,
prison's built in
the absence of joy.
Forget what the thought of life is.
It is all useless now.
In this negative space,
forever to remain
absent.
A contest entry
- Round 1 by KelsiEvermore.
1500 points, ended August 9, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Awesome writing man!
A gold winner for sure!


