Misnomer is to be surrounded
By people you don't know, not want to know...
To be bathed in a cascade
Of words, ebullient, repetitive
And shared, many shredded.
To walk the paths so many Tread that lead nowhere,
To breathe the effusion of
Gunpowder and Absinthe
In some Cafė,
To find so many words like Love, friendship, honor and
Courage so treaded on
The guilty ground that only
A faint silhouette is left
Upon the grounded path!
To return Home you never left,
To share a meal you never Shared,
To live a Life you never Lived,
That is my Sin!
©basko
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