A stranger passes on the other side
He does not notice me
I notice him and turn away
We pass each other
The end.
Tag Archives: literature
(Poem by Frank Wang)
nonchalant looks
the reading of books
and nonchalant looks
has got me up on edge
how do i let
my true colours flow
when i am nothing
but the universe
which is only everything i know
how can i make do
with the unjust
and bias based views
of powers that i know to be true.
i am blind
i am weak
i am a child of unknown beliefs
Finished?
I don’t know if I’m dumb
or just uninspired.
These poems used to
come to me.
Now they
Run from me.
Playing hooky.
Original Poetry 