# Reading

Author: Mike Devrinski
Tags: Commentary, Perceptions, Poem, Poetry, Stranger

A poem about strangers. One I wrote up yesterday, but didn't show until now. Not that I needed to edit or anything. It's mostly free verse although I really seem to like using repetition in this one.

the thought from human mind  
the voice from human mouth  
the movement from human step  
which the foundation derives.  
  
I sit, and watch  
as they pass, indifferent  
to the people they do not know  
whose hate is bred in life and politics  
always, for sickening fame.  
  
Public is not really public,  
Views are not really views.  
Truth, is not really truth.  
At least, not most of the time.  
  
It is always these times in that we realise  
just how much we keep what we are,  
who we are  
hidden from all in sight.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/JewBK3X1