Where i'm lost
In the very depth of me
feels like am falling off the edge of the world
And when I laugh so hard,
It's so they don't see the pain
And so I keep up with their expectations,
illusions of happiness
appearing and showing up
with made up faces
and well mastered poise,
Harmless deceptive intentions
like there are no cares, about a world
that slowly passes by,
And dreams gnawing at the raw flesh
of what is left of my senses.
Rustlings, prickles and ripples,
Nature's promise of calm
My little ray of hope
And for every dusk,
My timeless reminder of time,
But to find expression.


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