I don’t know where I have been,
Lost in thoughts I haven’t seen,
Hearing voices I haven’t heard before,
Missing those faces that I so adore;

Lost in the paths I chose to go,
No one to guide me, no one to follow,
No one to listen, say I can survive,
Why do I feel, I’m better dead than alive?

Revealing the secrets, the haunting past,
Opening the old wounds, leaving me aghast…
Flirting with destiny, tempting my fate,
Why do I feel, that I have left it too late?

Nowhere to go, I am trapped in my mind,
No one can enter; search its depths and find,
Trapped I am, confined to misery unknown,
Left to die, to remain forgotten; I am now alone.

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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