I am far from home,
I have lost my path.
I am trying to find my way,
I am running fast.
I have stranded my heart,
I am searching for it.
I am so shallow walking through soild walls,
I have wandered off traveling through a hundred halls.
I am close to resting upon a casket,
I am close to the exit.
No way am I finding myself once more,
No way I can begin all over again.
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Poems
PoetryJust because someone looks happy, Doesn't mean they are. Even a white rose has a black shadow.
