A broken labyrinth
In my head
Spits me out
filled with dread.
And when my thoughts
Begin anew,
Every thought
begins with you.
A shining beacon
bathed in light.
Help me find
the will to fight.
Conquer the darkness,
hidden inside.
We watch in awe
as dreams collide.
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Speaking to Lost Souls
PoetryA collection of thoughts and emotion. Forgive me. I have a poet's soul, but not a poet's pen.
