The persecution of my soul continous to seal my heart away.
I reminisce the things I do before I consider myself.
The remnants of my thoughts flew away with the blink of an eye.
I am not satisfied thru my circumstance.
I am not depressed.
There are things that kept me in my place keeping me in line.
What truly is freedom if to be free is to leave it all behind.
The past confused me it bought me to a place where I am forever lost.
I cannot truly understand the value of things until I lost it.
I did feel the love yet I wonder why such wondrous feeling hurts so much.
I once let love go and it haunt me still in my sleep.
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Remnants of my Thoughts
Non-FictionThese are poems, narrative essays and other things that I wrote when inspiration strikes.
