lost
By noComet
i am lost and confused with little love gripped with my material being seized with emptiness repressing the anger of my inaction wallowing in my toxic sludge it is me whom i judge welcoming food for the soul when it arises distraught when it fades i tire of these melancholy accolades my spirit is poor distractions galore i know there is more food for the soul dig a hole gentle is the breeze that caresses my face a moment in time time for a moment. Written July 8th, 1994 © on Jun 27 2001 01:29 PM PST 0 • 9
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"i am lost and confused..."