Poem #168

Maybe those people walking alone,
talking to themselves can see their
loneliness and they talked back to it.
The defeated its purpose.
They won and we call them crazy.

5 thoughts on “Poem #168

  1. I love the way you observed.

  2. That is a very good point.

  3. Wow, I love this! ♥️

    1. Glad to hear that!

  4. Makes you think

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