Best Crowding Poems

Surrounded my millions of others,
and yet, still so alone. 
Preachers call them my sister and brothers. 
But, for me what have they done?

Other than judge and pick? 
Steal my self respect,
with their thieving eyes.
My eyelids stick,
To what my soul would reflect. 
As my heart rots,...

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-  cold
the sky is crowding in my thoughts they’re on - 
		
  		  
             they’re on - wind


they’re on	       
		   
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Interlude cheats:
the mind fails to understand.
Demining
refutes the salt.

You know:
the self-knowledge takes you to a tormentor
for intimate relationship. A dirty hand
scrapes the script.

A sudden flight, you do not want
to face the sun.
I pick up a book
and hide my face.

Parkinson’s dilemma:
The psychic persona
was shaking or tremors in...

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