More Writing from over 2 years ago
Posted by Peter Owen | Filed under writing
Peace
My feeling fluctuates
From being happy that I’m alive
To the heartache that I’m alone
In my own world molded from fear
Destroyed by society
Trapped in the “Real World”
Ever there is an escape
It is truly death
I’m not scared anymore
The inevitable is certain
Through certainty comes strength
The dead welcome me
But I still stand strong
Unmoved but not uncaring
It isn’t my time
Tags: old, peace, poetry, writing
Excerpt from over 2 years ago
Posted by Peter Owen | Filed under writing
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I don’t belong,
never have in your world
you strive to fit in
I never have don’t anymore
It doesn’t work
you don’t know who you are
but I do
