Missing the needle on my compass of sanity,
Lost in a dark and dense forest,
The harsh thorns of reality prick at my shins,
However, I seem to move along just fine,
Years of wondering and I am miles away from any trail,
My eyes have adjusted to the subfuscous ways of the wild,
Where I must pray on my instincts to keep me from harms way,
I brandish hopes of seeing a light,
Knowing that such a thing is only a figment of my imagination,
I continue to stray, searching endlessly for a path,
As my feet continue to ache as much as my chest,
My hands reach out, the palms meeting a rough surface,
As I come to a realization,
This place... is vacant,
I meander alone,
Deprived of love and affection,
As I sit and ponder what isolation has to offer.
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A Splash of Vibrancy
Random"The colors of knowledge splash onto the blank canvas of my mind," ~ddiaz80 Book two of the 'Life in Color' series. (I do not own the artwork for the cover)
