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Lost
The depth of the mind can not be deciphered, and in the quest to find myself, I have forgotten even that which I remembered such is the existence of a man who walks at the threshold of pain.
My mind is clouded, my heart jaded and moments faded. Like a terminal lake, my thoughts won't go away, I think too much I feel blown away. It's such an irony to fear the inevitable I have tried to let go of the past but it's unforgettable.
Words are music to the soul, just as poetry has become a part way for every flow. Lost in the dark I needed a glow so I sit waiting for the break of dawn because it's darkest before dawn.
© Ddawnofpoetry7
My mind is clouded, my heart jaded and moments faded. Like a terminal lake, my thoughts won't go away, I think too much I feel blown away. It's such an irony to fear the inevitable I have tried to let go of the past but it's unforgettable.
Words are music to the soul, just as poetry has become a part way for every flow. Lost in the dark I needed a glow so I sit waiting for the break of dawn because it's darkest before dawn.
© Ddawnofpoetry7
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