| Is this poetry trully good or is it horrible?
In the city of a thousand thousand soulsI
have not yet found a mirror
I cannot see the reflection
Of myself in them
Is there no one like me?
In this cultural bowl
Am I connected only with the land itself?
Alone in a society of crowds
In a place of limited freedom
Crowds. Crowds. Crowds.
They have all found each other
But they have yet to find me.
Be completely honest...what do you think? |