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and I sigh
deep in thought
thinking about lifes wicked game
and feeling abandoned
crossed up by what I wanting what I dont need
never knowing why and never understanding
living on the edge of tragic
silently I scream

I can still remember the day
when I became and inmate
in the prison I created
there were no bars and walls
but I was stuck and feeling frantic,
instead of using logic
I was searching for the magic
being caught in between two worlds
had me soul coughing
lost in a loop of haze and manic.

then what happens next
is some things I hear
just dont make sense
and
some things I see
I could never believe it would be like this
its just weird
l the way they way they smile
when I am in distress.

out of the blue into the wild
houses of the holy
sparkle in the twilight
the spoken word from the book
lights a spark in the dark
and
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Trolls
Date: Sunday, 12th August 2018 @ 08:06:21 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: unknown_utopia
Fireflies light up the night
and I sigh
deep in thought
thinking about lifes wicked game
and feeling abandoned
crossed up by what I wanting what I dont need
never knowing why and never understanding
living on the edge of tragic
silently I scream

I can still remember the day
when I became and inmate
in the prison I created
there were no bars and walls
but I was stuck and feeling frantic,
instead of using logic
I was searching for the magic
being caught in between two worlds
had me soul coughing
lost in a loop of haze and manic.

then what happens next
is some things I hear
just dont make sense
and
some things I see
I could never believe it would be like this
its just weird
l the way they way they smile
when I am in distress.

out of the blue into the wild
houses of the holy
sparkle in the twilight
the spoken word from the book
lights a spark in the dark
and
I see the landscape is full of trolls....

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