The Unknown

Feeling lost

Overwhelmed

Feelings being tossed 

And overthrown

 

Centered in our shells

For no one to see

Just let me be

And I will be pleased

 

In the dark

Through the night

We hope, we pray 

For the day, before us

 

When the halls become crowded 

And we see, not but a soul

In this wicked old hole

 

Nowhere to be found

Nowhere to hide

Behind the grey skies 

We see a light

The Unknown

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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