Misplaced

A poetry collection about feeling misplaced.

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4. Perspective

 

Eyes,

An abundance of eyes,

An abundance of time,

Weighing on my shoulder,

As the days pass me by,

I feel your touch and I hear your voice,

But I tune it out like the whitest of noice,

I don't belong in this place, I keep telling myself,

So I bury my soul in the books on my shelf.

For I love the ocean, the tender tide,

but as I've said before, this city isn't mine,

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