They say that we're 'free' which seems strange to me, free to work and pay taxes, spending all our limited healthy years working in jobs we tolerate for the coppers they provide,
By Robert Rawson about a year ago in Poets
Distance What is the distance between you and me? Is it beliefs, an island or the sea, Distance is what we create through the passage of experiences, emotions or transparency, or not as the case maybe.
By Robert Rawson 2 years ago in Poets
I am guilty, not of a murder, robbery or at least not in a physical manner to another, I am guilty of having dreams that have faded away and impossible to retrieve, harming the person I maybe should have been,
There's a darkness that lives inside of me, it lays behind my eyes, the pain won't set me free, I keep coming and going to the dark side, it's making me sick inside.
Who is this person in the mirror, it's not me, it couldn't possibly be! They are older, shorter and wear wrinkles where youth used to be.
