I’m lost losing left
There’s a fog fixing set
A buzz in my brain
Keeps mispronouncing my name
I want you to hold me
I need you to see
Release my reflection
Until my perfection is free
I’m ambivalence raging
As my wanting is fading
There’s a drum in my bones
Braying sweet songs of alone
I wanted to exist
I need to resist
Release my reflection
Until my perfection is free
I’m tired of trying
And slowly I’m dying
A shiver stabs at my spine
To spell out what’s not mine
I wanted to love
I needed to lose
Reject my reflection
Until I’m not what you choose
I wanted to love
I was destined to lose
Illusion confusion
Same face, old news
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Author:
sylviasearcher (
Offline) - Published: September 23rd, 2019 08:27
- Comment from author about the poem: Nothing is coming out right today Especially not my words
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Comments1
Yet there all your words stand before, if there is no spoon then there is nothing to win or lose. Just be!
Brilliantly expressed, you got this!
Iām not so sure but thanks š
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