Hidden
17th October 2024

I live on the dark sides,
of the planets,
turning around the sun,

not seen,
struggling to see,
driven, by a need to run,

please,
see me here,
know my story,
tell, someone,

my revolving thoughts,
they are hidden away,
never aired,
concealed.

I convulse my way,
through this existence.

 

Inspiration: Not sure where this came from.
Probably telling in that respect.

Nameless people,
Portobello Rd. Markets,
London.

Childhood Walls Poetry (mine) To myself copyright information Copyright Sunda 2024