My surroundings
Flowing seemingly through my surroundings
Surroundings carved by my ways
Give me the strength to breath
To fill the vacuum I have surrounded me with
Solitude has silenced me
Never to speak as myself again
My words no longer requires air
No air
My actions requires no muscles
No Muscles
What I do is not real
Obscured by my surroundings.
Solitude have mercy and let some air in
Let me have enough to Exist
To wallow in your cold mist
// i know there is no ongoing rhythm in this poem, but i just had to post it anyway
poem by Mike West
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