A free-verse on being misunderstood.
I meet a stranger for the first time with eyes like mine
Blood seeps out of me but you cannot see it because I am adorned in the darkest abyss
An abyss
Often overlooked as if nothing is there
How foolish
For the weight of a thousand universes rests within, a million mysteries
I accidentally let go of my perspective
I now know everything, yet I know nothing
I am now everything, yet I am nothing.
A free-verse on being misunderstood.
I meet a stranger for the first time with eyes like mine
Blood seeps out of me but you cannot see it because I am adorned in the darkest abyss
An abyss
Often overlooked as if nothing is there
How foolish
For the weight of a thousand universes rests within, a million mysteries
I accidentally let go of my perspective
I now know everything, yet I know nothing
I am now everything, yet I am nothing.