Boy, shy

Tries making

A friend flying

Into the unknown,

Lonely. One. Loneliest

Number ever. It tests hardest

When you’re surrounded by familys’

Best, whose envy alienates you farthest.

Standing alone with a whirring world

That’s confusing, struggling blind,

Into unknowns that surround,

Bind your moves. Loud

Is the thunder around

That drowns bad





By Malakkc

I'm a Canadian whose life has been interesting as I've lived in Developing countries and here. The contrast of law, order, and amenities available to us Canadians (which we take for granted, sometimes) to war torn civil wars is enormous. It leaves an influence upon the soul that cries out for justice. My poetry and writing reflect that and more.

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