Posted in poetry, Writing

The Life of No One

I have written the formula

Without missing a single symbol or number

And all I am left with is a simple error.

I cry out loud, yet it is rarely heard,

And when its hidden in plain sight.

This is the life of no one.

A life of possible impossibilities,

And yet here I am as no one,

A single impossible being in this word,

And all I can say is nothing

For my words are secret,

And my thoughts are locked away.

And only when they are discovered,

Can the life of no one,

Turn into the life of someone.


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