A Poem by coastalman

awake in the middle of the night
broken, i have no might,
dead in from the inside
the clock is past midnight. 

I refill the glass of memories,
that once felt so dear to me,
yet now they're so far from me.

Turning, chasing, running,
"Am I such a fool?" I keep asking myself
while I keep chasing the oasis.

Just a taste, a glimpse, 
a peek at what it was before
but will never be again.

Dead in the mind and the inside,
deprived in the head and the outside,
The old king told me - "Not caring is the new thing" 
yet I still am in the off-spring. 

Emptiness inside and outside, 
everyone is bland
everyone is blind
all are bind to the mind
that we're supposed to unwind.

© 2017 coastalman

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Added on November 8, 2017
Last Updated on November 9, 2017
Tags: sadness, chaotic, confusiоn




Hello. I consider myself an amateur writer, though I have really only written poems for now. I really write once in a blue moon, but I find it fascinating and a very intresting hobby that I do wish to.. more..

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