Being NobodyA Poem by Francis RosenfeldThere’s no point in searching, is what I was taught, for other kind souls to befriend; there’s no one to save you, you’re all that you’ve got, and we’re all alone in the end.My life would be easy if it could be fixed If only I knew what that meant. I wish I could ‘move on’, ‘let go’ and ‘forgive’, but I can’t escape my own self. I wish I felt kindness, I wish I felt loved, but my soul’s too hard, filled with fears. It sees through the murky exterior of life its innards of levers and gears. I wish I were happy, I wish I felt sound, and people could feel when I’m hurt; instead I don’t fit in and when I cry out my sorrow sounds base and absurd. There’s no point in searching, is what I was taught, for other kind souls to befriend. There’s no one to save you, you’re all that you’ve got, and we’re all alone in the end.
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1 Review Added on December 24, 2019 Last Updated on December 24, 2019 AuthorFrancis RosenfeldAboutFrancis Rosenfeld has published ten novels: Terra Two, Generations, Letters to Lelia, The Plant - A Steampunk Story, Door Number Eight, Fair, A Year and A Day, Mobius' Code, Between Mirrors and The Bl.. more..Writing
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