Pen to paper
Thoughts come
Commitment of my inner mind
I'm scattered
no sense of self
stumbling
Lost in the wreckage of destruction
the years spent
Wasted
Lost
The only thing left standing are memories
The fallen house
I'm searching
Tears come
After the winds of change blew away all that was me
I'm lost in hopelessness
Standing on the edge
Soon all is hidden
safely put away
behind the veil
behind the screen
covered by darkness
hidden
for the sake of sanity
Friday, January 04, 2008
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