Lost and alone
trapped in my own.
Seeing the light
always there but never bright.
Irrational fear of life
stabbed by the sharpest knife.
Take a pill to help the pain
explaining why I don’t in vain.
Watching life pass me by
knowing I don’t wanna die.
Still waiting to be free
like a giant oak tree.
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Author:
L. Wolfe (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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