MonachopisA Poem by allerskaA poem dedicated to a common feeling we all know but can't explain, monachopis.In a world where I don’t belong, With the feeling of always being wrong, I know you understand, Not knowing where to put your hand And not knowing what to do, It’s like standing in a queue, Waiting your turn to finally be free, Waiting for that moment of pure glee, Ever so subtle, yet so strong, How could I ever been so wrong, It’s like an ambient roar, Just waiting for the door, It’ll be here soon, I say to myself Just like the individuals who found themselves, Looking at the people around me I hope that I can guarantee That one second of bliss, And I can finally be dismissed. © 2020 allerska |
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