Dreary of a dark empty space, The loneliness crowded, Which somewhat I called— "A Place Unwanted." To them may it be madness: A pretense of his suffering, His mindful selfishness. But not how I would label me.
To be covered in lunacy: Lies coming from about, Changing colors and theme, Wading of goodness. Their ways of hypocrisy. I was a sea of countless woe, To be brave but unsure. Am I ever safe, if I never show?
The gaiety beyond avenue, Through under glass I look. The joy fits for most, But not a dream to be oath. Overtaking my inmost true,— These things behind the sun. What I should walk away from, But it could never be done.
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Sometime we are unwanted by the world, but there is always a place for you underneath all of it. This is one my dark poetry I made this year. Hope you enjoy the art of it.