Looking around desperately
Searching yet again
To be free
Without a friend
No one helps
They attempt it
Busy as elves
Giving up in a fit
They don’t know
Or comprehend
And time crawls slow
To its end
I search for a means
To the races end
I’m broke at the seams
Without a friend
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The ramblings of a non-binary Latino.
A jubilant start is inevitable following a quiet end.
Writer, musician and author.
A glimpse into the mind of a half mad poet
