Like A Ball Of Yarn Read Count : 24

Category : Poems

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The pain of not looking past throughout the echoes of time.
Only to dream of a world what has been long forgotten.
Yet, the fates tug at the ball of twine which is my soul.
What mystery it holds for me, I can not be assured.
All I see is a blank slate seemingly undisturbed.
For we walk the halls of the inner-workings of our mind.
Only to find inner struggles beyond most of the depths of our remaining time.


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  • May 21, 2020

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