Sunday, April 12, 2009

Lost to Myself

I don’t have it in me
to write of you anymore
to remember that kiss
the command, the request
and how something of me
crumbled into you hands
I’m not myself anymore
these days
my soul has gone
a wandering
lost to the monotonous
petri dish existence
of happiness
and hauntedness
of my perpetual psychosis
of what I have made my life
in an attempt at
I am the wind upon the water
and still swept up
in its current

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