Separated from my roots, drifting.

Transfixed by my own gaze,

I see not who I am, but what I have become.

unhappy with this site, I caring on in a daze

What I see makes me feel dumb.

I am concerned with where my mind has gone

darkness has overcome

isolated from the world and everyone

I’ve passed the feeling of being numb

Unmoved by beauty, I lost my sight

the eerie feeling of being what you dislike.

In the darkness there is no light.

The ground is made up of my own broken bone

I will find a way out, sadly, I always have to do it alone.

For I trust not one with my vulnerable soul, 

I struggle in a river of sickness as the current is stout.

Though I am alone, I must not be fearful, for the eaters of 

the flesh will seek it out. 

 

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