Phantom World
I wake up to the warm morning sun.
Already has this terrible moment begun?
Outside the window I see many individuals pass,
And out on the pavements that’s where they express their wraths.
As I gaze outside there is so much I would like to say,
But inside my mind is where those words stay.
Even with those who I’m able share my thoughts;
They truly don’t know what makes me distraught.
Neglection and miscommunications they would not understand
In this Phantom World, I wish to make my stand.
Journal logs and diary entries; I just hope they would be found like message bottles in the sand.
Under the bright rays looking up at the sun,
I realize in this Phantom World, I could be the only one.
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