Scientist
he sits lonely
in his room
staring
at blank
walls
space
surronds
his frail
pale
body
lost of all hope
his colors
are in a pool around his feet
so now he's gray
no longer smiling
not frowning
but
blank
inside and outside
but
he can sometimes
feel the music
flowing through
his veins and ears
the sounds he loves so much
swirling around him
in an embrace
no human could give
the only
thing
keeping him alive
sitting there
staring at the walls
~Keria
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This is about anything and everything that happens in my life and the world around me...except sometimes in poem form.
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