No-one
There are times
I am sure you have been in them too
That you feel equal to “no-one”
How often can it be?
I wonder for you and those around but I
Feel so whenever I drown
Not in the water
Not in the air, choked, or by alcohol
But in the masses of learned
Regardless of the being rejected, discovered or silent
Oh how I get lost
A particle in a tornado
A drop in a storm
That is what I am now
I am lost, lost, lost
A no-one
I am reading
On line and
On pages
Both…
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