Exhausted,
But not physically,
I stare into space.
Emotionless,
I send my mind,
To a far away place.
Lost,
Is my soul,
But do I want it found?
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Uncertain Poetry
PoesíaPoetry? That just isn't too sure of itself. Deep and shallow, short and long. It's quite curious and is an adventure of the mind.
Nothing But a Body
Exhausted,
But not physically,
I stare into space.
Emotionless,
I send my mind,
To a far away place.
Lost,
Is my soul,
But do I want it found?
