This is the first time I did write something in a flow. With so much of frustration and insanity going on around, sometimes it feels great to let everything go and deal with it. This is one of the times I really feel relieved!
I feel cold
The cold inside of me
Inside of me like a sore lose
A loser who couldn’t win;
I feel lost
Lost like someone
Someone searching for his coin
The coin dropped in a wishing well.
I hate this feeling
The feeling about the world
The world that left me behind;
I want to be a man
The man who never stopped
Never stopped to become the one on top of the world.
I feel wretched
Wretched when I look at myself in a mirror
The mirror without my reflection
Reflection of the one who doesn’t exist;
I feel antipathy
Antipathy to those who look at me
Look at me like I’m a chalk outline
A chalk outline with no corpse.
I didn’t wish to live
Live a person no one cares about
No one cares about the one who never cared
Never cared for himself;
So, I have now decided
Decided to respawn
Respawn a human
A human who lives on top of the world;
On top of the world
World where I am not a chalk outline,
World where I do exist in the mirror,
A world where I am not a missing coin,
A world where I am not a sore loser,
I will live
Live like I’m on top of the world for eternity.
I hope you let me know about this poem, this being my first time too. I would really appreciate it!