I pass around, unnoticed-
Trying in vain to complete
my exile,
knowing its futile
For those who see,
‘m a trick of their eyes
And for those who yearn to see,
they don’t run their miles.
A debate, a curious topic
was all I ever was.
Who cares if unicorn has a heart?
or void space meant for it?
Hatching inside minds,
yet an outside apparition
a projection of the outcasts
The mint of stories
complimented with holy
amulets
Is all you’ve got? Shame.
I rise a feet higher
toasting my luck of freedom
and I grimace at your
flawless make-believe world
so unreal, yet made real
You’re nothing but a ghost
Nicely wrapped in flesh and bones
Shaky and skinless
With crumbling faith in rosary beads
And I watch over you,
Seeing right through and though
YOUR safe and happy world
And feel nothing but pity in my empty void.
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