they all have a home in me
all thoughts circulating
in the air
like a horde of ravens or a bouquet of roses
which are the attributes I can equip
everyone who came upon me
in my life
among humanity
or lack
thereof
and loss
on a lonely road
standing tall
despite the mainstream intolerance
even if it seemingly denies that
yet not convincing me at all
as there are only empty words
on an empty road
with invisible vehicles trying to shatter my soul
into a million pieces of incredible glimpses
doubting my innocence
and causing irritation
on the surface
but inside
is this invincible structure
made of the toughest materials
earth has not seen yet
because I made them myself
and its composition is unknown to anyone
except me – a lucky one
but is it really fortunate to know the recipe
being an antidote to all folly
of this world?
I wish to know
and uproot
the unproductive sequence of some
*
September 2021
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Moon Desert
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BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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