Category : Poems

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How do you stop what is in you 
How do you make it to the next
What happens if your lost
What is and what is to be
So much is compromised 
So much is lost
No one real thought
And no one fake thought
But only the echos
Of what I thought
Am I real or is this pain all I am
Is anything the possibility 
Or has the reflection of darkness 
All there ever was
So many and yet so few
Turning to each moment 
Not to know
Powering of rival circles
Blasting with mass histeria
Up or down I start to drown
In a maze of misfit actions
To take what is but is not
On and on so it goes
I don’t know if it is or if it isn’t 
Knocked down and stomped 
But do I feel at this point 
So I call out in disparity 
I am lost
Then the echos of emptiness 
Ring round and round
If you find me here I am
Only to you 
Who have been her all along
So it is but what to say
All is lost including what isn’t real