I ain’t no concentration,
Encircled by frustration,
Felt sad to those pity atmosphere,
I no longer belong here.
What on earth I am doing?
Why always have to suffer?
Each spoken word has a satire,
Hatred, anger & dissatisfaction,
There is no love neither care,
Relationships, full of fraction.
Money has blinded the heart,
Every interaction results in pain & hurt,
Life has no meaning to live at all,
No bridges to connect,
But instead surrounded by walls.
Poetry by Zalan
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Written on 2015-10-02 at 20:17
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