Detached… In a sea of people but no one really connects
Mind and heart willing to give smiles, but the efforts are dashed via baseless misunderstandings
Who do I really know, what do they really want?
Am I relevant at all? What role do I play in the lives of these people?
What is wrong with you all? Can’t you see I’m trying to help?
At the detriment of my own comfort and well-being
What do I get in return?
A kick in the nuts
A knife in the ribs
Why’s it so hard to remember the good deeds of days past?
Why must we always live in the moment?
Is loyalty truly dead?
Is friendship these days really just a hollow word?
Were we really made to be this selfish?
If we all come from the same source, why does another’s pain mean nothing?
Is this really what life has to offer?
An endless flow of unanswered questions
A stream of seemingly random thoughts gently beating against the rocks of my mind, reshaping, altering, editing… Till there’s not much of me left.
Till I’m but an empty emotionless zombie, following a routine, without a true purpose.
But No! I refuse to conform, I refuse to bow to the pressure of life, I refuse to become heartless
For somewhere out there, some kindred souls understand. Some restless minds seek – they question, they probe as I have and find them, I SHALL.
This poem was written by ETIM. You’ll be reading more from him!
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