Category : Poems

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There I go;
Walking forward.
Head slightly held low;
Due to thoughts that never let go.

I'm fluent in words.
Yet this clouded mind;
Gets lost in the turns.
When is all this going to make sense?

I'm at my whits end.
My heart won't stop the fear.
I can't talk to anyone anymore;
While hope is left with a tiny piece. 

I write and I write;
But to what avail?
This used to help more;
Yet now it's all flustered.