I have been left stranded at a crossroad like the ghost of a man unable to find the way back to his grave. Alone like the blood moon in the night sky; sad enough...beautiful enough for you to write poems about. And yet, if you ask me how i feel, i'd have no words to describe my languid obsession with this pain. I'd tell you that I've no more reproaches and regrets and conceal my palms behind a veil of defeated lies and half-truths. the only confession is that i'm disappointed by my frailness and my feelings.
I wander through the dark alleyways of repressed depression, to resolve myself, looking for somewhere to set the anchor down into the ocean of time, but i find myself sinking instead. Water dancing between all the four cardinal points; water drowning my shipwrecked lungs; water flooding my eyes...stuck with the only realization...how alone I am in my suffering!!...how miserably alone...
I wander through the dark alleyways of repressed depression, to resolve myself, looking for somewhere to set the anchor down into the ocean of time, but i find myself sinking instead. Water dancing between all the four cardinal points; water drowning my shipwrecked lungs; water flooding my eyes...stuck with the only realization...how alone I am in my suffering!!...how miserably alone...
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