Lost
There once was love in every single breath I took.
I lost my way
and
can’t even seem to look past
tomorrow to see the light that is right in front of my face.
I tend to bow my head with more than disgrace
Evil thoughts play over and over in my head.
I always wanted to be the one
who was physically dead-
sleepless nights and
countless dreams later...
I guess,
I forgot.
That life isn’t really what it seems.
Angela Stylz
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| DONE | 2 | 07/08/2009 |
| My 21 Questions 4 U | 1 | 07/08/2009 |
| I write | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
| There comes a point | 1 | 07/08/2009 |
| open | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
| Poetic Destruction | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
| Lost | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
| My Reality | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
| The wage of sin is Death | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
| I | 1 | 07/08/2009 |
| What it isn't | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
| Time | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
| Pain | 1 | 07/07/2009 |
| Wanting | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
| Goodbye | 1 | 07/07/2009 |
| Alone | 1 | 07/07/2009 |
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