As the deadly breeze sweeps the Earth again,
as it sweeps and takes dear life away,
as I hear the breeze vanishing in thin air...
I'm lost.
I wouldn't say that I understand,
I wouldn't say that I feel the pain,
I wouldn't want to be another phony in the way,
Because I'm lost.
It seems as if the breeze holds me down,
it seems as if I'm bound,
it seems I can't move towards a helping arm...
I'm lost.
Please understand, I ask no more than this,
that I can't live, live with what keeps me tied up in knots,
with hurt and as others, with all due respect, live.
I don't understand how I feel,
I wish I could...
but I'm lost.
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A COLLECTION OF POETRY
PoésieHello everyone! :) This is my poetry collection and I decided to publish it so I can let all these unspoken words and feelings out of the constricting walls of my computer and phone :D I started writing poems when I was still in high school and they...
