In this box of prism walls
Illusions of color and beauty
Strand me in a black and white reality
A space that is too vast yet too small
As this language confines me
Into a shadow of myself
Marooned on this island
In an ocean of assumption
And numbers are the salt
Where are the adventurers?
The ones to brave these waters
And sail the sea of discovery
1 comment:
nice poem. i like it. :)
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