8.29.1986/age 16


      Brain waves tumbling, time to straighten out the end result of great confusion/ can't accept the thoughts that remain, can't ignore the feelings I restrain. Things I know will never come to be, the hope I held, the light I see, time to sort possibilities out, ignoring the past I can't retrace. From time to time I hold my face and buried in my hands I softly cry for sunshine I cannot buy. A deathly darkness covers me/blocks the light, I try to see the blind spot I have closes in on me -- blind and cold I wait. To be free.




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