Accustomed to living
A life with no choice
Grown soul as I'm restless
Surrounded by noise
I drown in these waves
These man-made distractions
Alone with my thoughts
My dark satisfactions
Luminous is happiness
Once sunk in the spotlight
To think breathing was easy
Light blinded my eyesight
It's mind vs. reality
Lost in the battlefields
Soft bed of confusions
Lies me and my shadow killed
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Thoughts For The Lonesome
PoetryThis is part three of my "thoughts" series. Tale No One (Part 1) Thoughts Before Bed (Part 2) Thoughts for the lonesome (Part 3) No need to read them in order, just read what suits you best. Thanks for reading. Harry
