Saturday, March 21, 2009

Lost (Poem)

Just living life
Going through the motions
Everything becomes a haze
And I lose track of time
The days are dark and cold
The nights are clear and crisp
I cannot find my soul
Within my lost body
My mind becomes a fog
The trails inside are lost
I dwell upon the past
For it's all I can remember
I dread the cursed days
When time seems to drag on
I long for the dark silence
That the comforting night brings

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