Lost.
Waves of despair crash onto the sandy beach of thought.
Erasing what was
Impeding the process.
Taking away from sensibility
Not found.
Wavering on the edge of clear and sane.
The mind doesn’t cross over
Fades farther from reality
But is reality sane and clear
Or fogged with insanity like breath fogs the glass of the car going ninety miles an hour down a dead end road.
Shiver down my spine
Apprehension
Worry
Regret
Yearning
Everything is awry.
Pressure like twenty thousand tons of seawater pushing you under
Passion like a thousand burning suns
Silent tears only can express the tumult of stampeding emotion.
Yet that expression never seems enough
No one knows the truth
But is there truth to be known
?
Author notes
I felt really confused that day.
ever get that feeling?
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Or fogged with insanity like breath fogs the glass of the car going ninety miles an hour down a dead end road.
if i don't make it back reference? don't worry, i will -
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You had better
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Yet that expression never seems enough
No one knows the truth
But is there truth to be known
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This is the stroy of the heart..and this story is written by the ink of the tears..which you too have written it..well done..
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very nice piece, i can feel the emotions through all your words.
great job, i enjoyed reading this.
-alana
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