Short poem for a Thursday night, Drunkards.
I have
Never
Felt so untouched
As today's
Numb reachless
Nothing
Touch.
I am
Stronger
When not compromised
By false
Daily routine
Taps on my
Vulnerabilities.
Probably you're hearing music
Without me.
And that is good.
The music I hear
Doesn't need
Your validation.
Go, listen.
You and I
Travel
To the beat
Of a different drum.
It was a nice and beautiful poem. I love reading poems from the internet as well as some books from the library. It feels good to read a story in rhyming words and get the enjoyment in little time.
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