Tears, I want to cry, don’t come smoothly.
The thought of being a figment, fleeting,
Gliding along, shadow of what was…
No more wanting to be seen.
Silently, Dream that comes and goes,
Image of the untamed mind,
Hope flees, I pray may someday return.
Circles, concentric, round, swirling,
Blinding and Binding me in space.
Nothing is solid, No one to trust,
Only One stands. ALONE.
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