Poem: World Without End

“World Without End”

booping in and
out of society,
i am a visitor
at best, a stranger
in a land of
foreign tongues
mouthing normal
speak, altogether
a place where
dreams and sometimes
nightmares abound
and here i am,
abiding in the world
i’m creating every
day, taking solace
in this world
of my own

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Another great poem . I feel like this too.

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