Untitled #17A Poem by ThisLifeofMineIt starts slow, An uneasy feeling, Enough to send my mind reeling, Emanating from within, Creeping up my spine, Spreading like branches on a tall oak tree, Until it fills every crevice, I’m scared, The darkness of the room is no longer comforting for
my restless mind, It is a box that has me trapped and I can longer
pretend I don’t mind, I'm scared, I feel lost and I want to go home, But I have none and never did, So, what is this place I seek to not be alone, And how do I get rid of hope, I’m empty, Sweet relief floods over me and the voices rise steadily.
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