Lost

by leanne   May 4, 2008


A repetitive track that plays in my mind
the reasoning that cannot be answered
a soul that has no purpose in life
the shame and anger that lies beneath us
a wind that rushes past us but where is it going
tempting sanity with seduction
creasing the ground we lay on
looking up to freedom
falling further and further away
trying to find my voice
cant breath

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  • 17 years ago

    by Emma Lee

    I like your words.

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