Birth child of giants
Raised in silence
Product of unspoken violence
We can tear at flesh with words
Thoughts unheard
Destiny distorted by expectation
I'm the invisible man
I travel through the boundaries
Nothing can confine me
And so my prison is not belonging
I exist outside the rules
Stand alone
This within are fools
Those without are lonely
We are all invisible
What is the meaning of this vaccuum called reality?
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I love your style of writing and enjoyed this poem. I'll be back for more.
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