Knight Called Surviving Poem by Amer Jag

Missing the words in my head
is feeling like the sand floating out
from the little girl's hands,
silly game of curiosity and reality.

My hopes are sheltered somewhere deep
in the silence of loneliness
preserved by the awkward darkness
of whom all are disgusted.

Disgraced by nothing,
imaginary knight called Surviving
is about to fight through the bitter
paths of city life.

Don't mention it,
don't break the silence.