Around us

first poem ive written since HS

All around us we look, but choose not to see.

Troubled by blind spots, there willfully.

whats there to show for every breath I invest?

Crowned king of the ashes, from a fire I've set.

Around me I listen, alone and uncertain. 

now heavy is my crown, and the weight of this burden.

All around us we see, but never for long.

With those that surround us, I will never belong.

Of this they make certain, that I never find peace.

When there's carrions circling, like crows to a feast.

 

Author's Note

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