A Wish I Guess?

Ruthlessly pushing through the mob

In want of space to breathe.

Helplessly flailing in the openness

In search of someone to grasp.

 

Memory of all that was gained

And lost.

All time wasted in sadness

And joy.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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