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My World



Cold nights without a soul in sight,
Walking and talking with walls,
Feeling lost in time, trapped
Between worlds and lives
…lost in a maze

Essence of my soul is cast upon
Cold and unknown shores,
Soft memories becoming
Ghosts of fading dreams,
Too vague and distant to remember

Silence softly descends, striking
The chords of sorrow, as I watch
The dance of demons past,
Time after time the fear of nothingness
Creeps in this life’s empty tomb

Questioning my sanity in moments
Of frustration and confusion, failing to understand,
Feeling isolated from the living world,
Waiting for a hug, a touch, a word
… with wounds exposed

Alone I stand in darkness
Marking the years of silence
With words left unspoken,
A fading shadow seeking shelter
Walking the lonely road of life

Comfortless and cold I run back
To the safety of my heart, hiding
In its chambers filled with gifts
And offerings no one sees or wants,
Warm with the music of thoughts left untold

Through pouring rain beats a lonely heart
Drinking from the cup filled with tears,
Awaiting for the light of day
In my own little corner of the world
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