Euphoria
Awake, yet still asleep
Breathing in the stale air of sorrow and despair
To the common eye, I seem elated
Yet to my soul, I am dead
One must succumb,
They say.
But I move farther away,
No longer apart of the wave
I work against it,
With no dismay.
Out in the open,
I am alone
Yet the breeze is fresher
Than than one would ever know.
As bright light fills my soul,
I am one,
Without my sunken foe.
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PoetryA collection you will read From the heart they are deemed In their true form they shall stay For all to read and ponder away! I write what comes to mind, no editing, I just publish as is! Short and sweet for you to complete, in one simple read! *Not...
