Monologue
by Saskeeko
Classic, that we look at the same moon;
Yet our gazes differ.
Typical, that our eyes see the same hues;
Yet in soliloquies, we suffer.
Strange, that we possess the same feelings;
Yet in hearts, we simmer.
Sad, that our hearts beat the same rhythm
Yet, we can't feel hope’s glimmer.
Published on the Writory Wall.