Poetry

Everywhere I Don’t Belong

Or do I?


Everywhere I go.

Everywhere I look.

I don’t belong.

I only wonder…

Should I keep seeking?

Is there something to find?

Maybe there’s no need to worry.

No need to try.

It’s only a desire that haunts me.

From the inside.

But I feel that there’s something…

Someone.

To reach for…

The only thing that matters.

The only one to come home to…

Drown out the noise.

Take the hand…

Of my soul.

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