Walkin amongst
all those people,
so ignorant they are
within their small souls,
not knowing how deep
a darkness can be
in the mind of the one
next to them..
One, they don't know...
One, they don't see...
Same one, they don't care about,
'cause he dwells
in his own world,
from the outer unnoticed..
Someone like this,
he looks through a tunnel,
he's hidden inside behind bars,
and only the darkness
talks back to him...
"I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams."
H. P. Lovecraft
H. P. Lovecraft
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!
Friday, July 5, 2019
Bars
Labels:
poetry,
psychopoetry
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