Balance｜Paltry Poetry

I found a balance
In an filthy room on the vessel
The long boring years
Gifted me with nothing else
But guts. ﹌﹋

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Stepped on that piece of rusted metal
Trying to weigh myself
A sharp squeak filled the room
As if it wanted to speak to me
Or just a mutual response
Have been waiting forever
Long enough after I lost count on the days. ﹌﹋

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This silent boat
I could not remember how I got on
This crowded boat
I thought was just floating on some water
This familiar boat
I still see new faces every other day. ﹌﹋

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In the maze of god damn curiosity
Still wandering inside this prison
Humongous but hollow
Borderless yet not alone. ﹌﹋

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Need to find a mirror
To prove myself invisible
That squeak from the balance
Must be the first response
Since I started pushing people I know off the boat. ﹌﹋

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Wait oh wait
Were those just hallucinations?
Was it the guilt reminding me to hide away for good?
So my wandering seems like
Not just out of boredom? ﹌﹋

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Didn't mind
Won’t care!. ﹌﹋

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My bare feet warmed up
My little cold metal friend
A screen popped up
Had to rub off the heavy dirt to read
My glasses got brutally destroyed earlier
No harm
I'm all fine
Whatsoever
My watery eyes. ﹌﹋

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Keeping my eyes closed
Imagining some land not far ahead
While still standing on
The balance I found
Who cares if that isn't mine. ﹌﹋　　⭓