I have become lost
In this cycle of breathing.
It's hard to understand
How to exist here in this moment
Without crumbling into dust the way I do.
Without distance.
Without being nothing.
I have become lost
In my own thoughts.
Sometimes they are much better
Than reality.
And that isn't exactly a perfect thing.
Because I am just a shadow,
And I cannot feel anything anymore.
I have become lost
In knowing what I love.
It is a distraction
From the realness of existing,
From the realness of being here.
And maybe I'll finally understand
That those things will help me from being lost.
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The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
