Life often feels like
an endless dream –
Pointless events that
have no means.
The pain that drained
me sliced right through,
Taking the memories I thought
I knew.
Again I wished I had another beside me
But never a clear spirit
could let me be.
To hold my hand, to
clutch me close,
To say the words I never
spoke.
The places within I wanted
to hide
The sealed- in worlds I
could climb inside.
And every whisper that
drowned my words
Fell from the sky like
frozen birds.
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