Fog and mist I have become,
a shadow created by the sun;
no fixed form, a shapeless shape
lost in the darkness- a horrid fait.
A soul with no bearings,
a mind with rogue thoughts,
a heart with yearnings
for nothing specific at all.
I feel what I feel,
though without reason.
I have scars that must heal,
even though they were never inflicted?
I stay up at night and contemplate
feelings of abandonment and hate,
though I am not alone and love is overflowing.
Then why do I feel this sense of no belonging?
I cling to what I have and that drives it away,
when it comes to feelings I tend to overcompensate.
I feel too much- even when it isn't my feelings.
My mind is alight and now it is tragically burning.
Can you see through thick fog when it appears?
How do I not get consumed by my soul's fears?
How does a dark shadow become a person of light?
I ponder through my mind without any sight.
I used to feel lost in the woods of life,
but now I feel lost in the woods of my mind.
I found a way through the wood, just to get lost again.
Will this feeling of being lost ever come to an end?
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A Series Of Events
PoetryI've found that I am most comfortable in discomfort and chaos, as opposed to serenity and happiness; probably because this broken part of me is all I've ever known. love, turmoil, desperation, infatuation, betrayal, death. these poems will contain...
