"Lost Grounds"
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Almost in a familiar place
Still unknown... just-- just.
A resolution, a final piece of mind
Yet lost and confused.
Where pain is just a wound that will heal
A scar that will fade
But it exists and existed
And that doesn't change the fact that somehow someway it still hurts
I stare at the clouded skies
Watch it turn to starless nights
I'm atop the tallest tree-- the highest mountain, in isolation.
It wasn't lonely at first, then it became that, and then it wasn't.
In the end it didn't matter
And I watch the plains showered down
Dried up in the morning
Like wet pillows
It's just insane
And broken
The issue is letting go and losing
But you just have to deal with it on uneven grounds
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YOU ARE READING
Not A Goodbye
PoetryStuck between a goodbye and a promise to stay, and it became too overwhelming to make any sense so I wrote. I wrote again and again, multiple times within a day or another, until it became this. I'm not done writing, but at least the feelings have c...
