a man which thoughts were laws (dictatorship)

in the smallest places
where i can hide
you still find me and for some
reasons i don't feel safe

a paranoid lives probably
in a world of one-way mirrors
locked inside in the reflection of the sun
in a multi-dimensional universe

if i were rich, i would hide my money
but i am poor and show my pride
to deserve the right of livings in a
desolated world yet poorer than me









Poetry by poetic pilgrim The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-12-06 at 09:34

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