LOST CHILD

LECTURAS 19
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LECTURAS 19
Votos 2
Partes 1
Hora <5 mins

"Lost Child" is a short poem of me battling myself about my own spirituality. It speaks on confusion and fear. I feel as though most people can relate to where I'm coming from.Todos los derechos reservados

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Introspective Times. This is not in latin, despite the title. I am putting a collection of my poems in here. The ones i like, anyway. They are closer to the dark side so the happy sunshine people should not read most of them. No offense to the happy sunshine people.

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Nothing stays the same, everything and everyone changes. Sometimes it's for the best, most times it's for the worst. You don't ever get over anything, you just adjust. Adjust to the harsh reality. You get let down. This story is completed but I am editing.

Everyone has their own inner demons that they combat every day, some more serious than others. When they cause collateral damage and harm more than just the person fighting them, that's when everyone starts to fear them.

I hadn't thought it would be this way. That I would end up in a place like this. That I would end up in... Hell.

Moments after sunset, Every where becomes dark. You find it difficult , to see clearly. You can't differentiate Between a friend and foe, You can't differentiate between Dog and wolf.

"She writes, Moving along with the flow, As the words show up on the screen, The faster her fingers go, Eager to get it all down, And she is lost, To a world, All of her own." -Lose Yourself, By Allyteration (Because I'm not going to quote someone else's poetry as a description for my own.) Also, most of my poetry isn't that light hearted, and deals with depression, sadness, loss, understanding, bullying, and various things that my brain decides to type and publish on here. Hope you enjoy, and feel free to message me about anything!

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