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miércoles, 13 de febrero de 2019

Fear

Dynamic color lights to curl up in a ball
No one around
Misconceptions of everything I did wrong
Rolling towards an end with no obstacle to stop
Going on through fields without them to roll
close

My mind wandering to an ambiguous whole
Luck running out
Nothing to grab on to,  wallowing breath strokes
swimming without arms

Uncontrollable power, a space above my eyes
Opening my lips, to the unknown truth
collapsing their notions
No clear answers,
tomorrows made with questions

Oxygen fighting for an avenue in,
closed fists, closed veins,
endless blanks.
Left without a pen to draw them in.

Vanished self scratching to be found,
with no map to guide us inside out;
pain, fragile, without me, by their side
Destroying people's lives.


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