Away
Brightness eludes my ceiling from the dark room,
Carrying shadows of one’s loneliness
We apologize for our burdens of trauma and deep injuries
But the receiver just passes along
There are some people who just end up lonely in the end
From gashes if ‘accidents’ to scars of the weak hearted
We try to keep ones company,
But push them farther away
This poem is about:
Me
Our world