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Forever Stranger.
Poem Written by Jay The Author
Subclass : Emotional Poetry
I wrote this poem to try and understand my feelings. To let the sadness go so I can get back up and move on. Sometimes I like to write my sadness into a poem, to let it go. And this poem is my way of coping with the change around me.
I’ve spent the better part of my days forming strange pockets full of madness in different parts of the world, just so I could feel like I could belong for a short amount of time.
Before passing on, like a floating ghost to a new place full of new people, who for the most part, don't give a fuck who I am.
And the cycle of moving, never gets old.
I get a the place, knowing nobody but my hardened face, I send messages after messages out, to strangers who love art, literature, music, hoping to catch one soul kind enough to open their doors to me.
And without fail, from Beijing to Berlin, Melbourne to Morroco, no matter where I go, rejections flood in, one after the other, because after all I’m a Stranger from a place unknown.
If I’m lucky, a message finally comes my way, to meet a stranger hoping to find someone I can walk the street with, screaming, laughing, feeling at one with the madness of this world.
But usually when I do show my true self, many get scared and run away, because I look at the world too different to understand.
And I act as death is distant and far away.
Sometimes it’s easy to get sad.
When you see what you created blossom, in the place you left behind you.
To see a movement actually moving, now you moved away.
And to see those friends you made having a good time, feeling far from alone, where you, tapping away at a typewriter, in a village in all alone in a place that doesn’t know you, rejects you and again.
Just like the place you left behind.
Until you was again.
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