Behind all the smoke,
No one knows who I am.
There's so much even I don't know.
When did I lose my sense of control,
Can't find my soul.
I guess I don't need it,
In the soft fingertips of tomorrow's Dawn, and tonight's mournful moon.
I can still feel my lost loves' presence,
Now that they are gone,
Mistakes made by my heart,
That left it dead,
And I can't take sleep with my eyes open.
Can never shut all the way down,
And it's something that I regret,
But I make it my medicine,
A daily stain of my existence,
In a world that's too different,
Whatever am I doing?
Speeding down the thin road to forget your even here.
Can you just please don't let this change the way to look at me,
And all anything does is change.
Swiftly the water is falling,
Before my own eyes,
I can already hear it's a roar.
Midair I know I can't get off this river now.
All I feel is panic inside,
But can I let any of that distract me?
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
