Drifting here and there like a shadow.. to me is like a... darkness you can not reach... the more you see.. the more you want to forget... taken a breath is nothing.. but surviving the breath is the question... the darkness forms.. swirlling into every morphosis of your being... when you look back.. there just nothing but emptiness... the emptiness surrounds you and its hard not to listen to it... you're waiting for something.. anything so it can jolt you back to reality... Does reality exist you say or are you living in a fantasy dream you have created?... you scream and scream.. but the only sound that you could make.. is the only sound the darkness can hear... darkness and light mixes in with you're eternal soul... both are fighting each other for power... which one will you control or do you let them control you?....
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"a sheltered life from a misguided soul" my poetry collection
PoesiaThis is my random thoughts and feelings as I go thru life. Being terminal makes you look at life in a different way.
