
there is a world that I sense
out of nowhere or somewhere else
I was there and I am not
now everything looks like
backward story
when I rented out my anxiety
fortnightly
I only shoot blank targets
for now
where there is no ground
and too many sounds
during all those sleepless nights
when my dreams are simply not happening
locked in the wrong reality
to which I’m hoping
to find the right key
but there are also others in the waiting line
ardently trying to find
release
in the same vast white walls
so
we are sitting here together
although not seeing each other
in this twisted rhythm
of our tangled lives
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November 2022
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About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...



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