Category : Poems

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Loosing time, loosing grip, loosing concept of what I suppose to feel. Warped time has me in a time capsule of desolation.. always in an interrogation state ..So bad wanting to belong yearning trying to learn their ways ..No longer can I escape this disaster that I created ....They say if I end it all tonight take my last flight that my demons will sit with me and taunt me day and night ..Really ? What they don't know is am I really  running  away from my demons ..When they have been the only that gets me ..Believes in me ..??Or am I running from myself ? To look in the mirror for me is to see the thing I can't run from ...Me! And that right there is hell ! !