Lost
I never know the count-
I never know my thoughts.
I never felt the air so dense,
in the days spent with sulk.
The world is very gray,
when you loose the sight of life.
The days just sort of drown you
when you never know what to do.
Copyright © Brittany Martin | Year Posted 2009
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