I was drowning
In an ocean of emptiness
I'm not clowning
That was my weakness
I saw a glow
Deep in the bottomless pit
That is my soul
And that alone was a huge fit
It took me
A little while after
To finally feel
And become my master
It didn't happen overnight
And it definitely wasn't magic
A light in my soul shone so bright
And somehow it was no more tragic
It's been a daily struggle
Out of this here puddle
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Lucid (Poetry)
PoetryEvery thought is lucid... ...or maybe it's not. -------- A collection of poems thought out and written by me. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be copied or used in plagiarism. ©
