Stranger To Fiction
A stranger to my apathy--
I don't know what to do
For, deep inside, I am not free:
I yearn to be like you
I don't know what I'm doing, Love
I send my heart below
When Push Becomes A Violent Shove
There's nothing left to show
For, I'm aware of what I feel:
Still foreign to my peer
Yet, I am blind to what is real:
To Lie is my career
I sleep in ambiguity
Then live unlike the rest
For, deep inside, I am not free
And, all untruth is dressed...
Copyright © Adam Kinsley | Year Posted 2017
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment