Hidden
17th October 2024

I live on the dark sides,
of the planets,
turning around the sun,

not seen,
struggling to see,
driven, by a denied need to run,

please,
see me here,
know my story,
tell, someone,

my revolving thoughts,
they are hidden away,
never aired,
concealed.

I convulse my way,
through this existence.

 

Inspiration: Not sure where this came from.
Probably telling in that respect.

Nameless people,
Portobello Rd. Markets,
London.

Not Able To Let Go Poetry (mine) To myself copyright information Copyright Sunda 2024