Crying softly,
Looking blind,
Searching out,
What he can't find,
Time will come,
And pass him on,
Because he cannot,
Find what's gone,
Standing motion,
Statued man,
Catatonic,
Mental ban,
I asked him,
What he could not find,
The man replied,
"I lost my mind."
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Pocket Poetry
PoetryLife is not always easy. Sometimes you need to hold onto the things that make your life meaningful to yourself. When it comes down to it, you are the only one that really matters. At the young age of twelve I found myself on the streets with nothing...
