I am lost
I am lost
Lost in a sea of dismal thoughts.
The words before me need no emotion,
Need no life,
Need no purpose,
Need only fact.
And that is suffocating.
Alternately, I would these words sing
The love that I do not hold, lift
The weary too-soon-old, cry
So lonesome hearts would know
That lonesomeness is not alone.
But these words before me speak a loss
A loss of time,
Loss of purpose, life,
A loss of talent so clearly fit
To have this life pouring from it.














Devious Comments
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"In the presence of temperance... Bootlegging is king!"
You never told me, were those mixed drinks or raw booze?
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When I reach for the stars, how come I always wind up with fireflies?
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"In the presence of temperance... Bootlegging is king!"
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