I am lost again in the caverns of my mind. Cruel thoughts echo off the walls. A rush of shame ripples through me. Cold anger grips me. And where is my grace, my love, my joy? I reach for them with blind hands stretched before me, but my fingers only grasp empty air. For now, they are beyond my reach. I am stuck with only me in here.
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Thoughts
PoetryI have too many thoughts inside my head, but I can't get myself to tell anyone who might care.
