Category : Poems

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Why do I always go through things alone
No one on the end of the telephone
To talk, to speak a greater mind
To gather the pieces I've left behind
Why can I not shake this feeling within me
That pulls me so deep that I cannot see
I feel alone and I cannot hide it
The walls are too high in this deep dark pit
I close my eyes to find my peace
But only nightmares are there to release
The shouts, the screams, the cries of fear
My own voice bellows yet its all unclear
It's quiet yet loud, empty but full
It's up and it's down, it's push and it's pull
 It's the final residue, the after snow frost
Of the person I was, the person I've lost.