NOT


Not

 

Not knowing

Not seeing

Not feeling the feeling

Just keeping the silence

And cutting the quiet

 

With knives, with words

With movement, with sound

Not caring, not loving

Not here, not now

 

It’s endless solitude

Distant

Blank steps on a walkway

Bland stares from behind

Finding purpose and meaning

Is something unkind

To someone like me, who’s not of right mind.

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