The roles of humans and animals have been reversed
There is no straight path anymore
They scream outside
While I scream inside
Accusations of me
Dripping like blood
From my cracked head
“It’s not even my business
So why are you making it
So personal
To let me hate you?”
I am sick too, but I have to work
I won’t tell you what worries me
As you will use it against me, I’m sure
Same as the others, there is no difference
However
There is a difference
Between this and the closing of your world
In front
Of a friend
Standing there, asking what’s wrong
And the friend simply won’t talk
Making a king of himself
Also accusing me of not knowing anything
So, is it a friend, a foe, a frenemy?
“I don’t know” – that’s the casual response
Obscured by a blurred vision
Of a content creator
Which I am not
As I always called myself an artist
Yet someone forgot to notice it
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June – October 2022
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Thank you for reading!
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.
Sylvia Plath
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