About the Poem
This poem is about suffering from loneliness. The mind tends to wander in its own world, where time stops and nothing seems to change.
|Pale eyes, a blank expression,
wander through clouds of indescribable dreams.
Cold mist air, surrounded isolation
flaws my occupied mind
with either hate or death.
Something certain will be for always;
change in time forbids movement.
Fearing you understands myself;
help me open up, just a little more.
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