Lost Paths
Sometimes you have
to lose yourself in
order to find
yourself.
Lost Paths
I know this place,
yet i feel so lost,
I know these people,
but they're
strangers.
There's plenty of
life, but its
drought,
Everything's fine,
but feel danger.
The air smells so
sweet, but tastes so
bitter;
Its clean here, but
full of litter.
I see fine, i feel
blind
I'm looking for
something, but what
do i find?
How long have i been
here?
Lost in this deep
puddle of fear
fear that follows,
stays close near
i must get away from
its gaze so leer
This abyss of
darkness has opened
my eyes
I must leave here
before i get
consumed by these
lies.
Finally i am able to
introspect
contemplate what it
is i seek
this world is too
perfect, it's
imperfect
Tis its perfection
that makes it bleak.
I have been engulfed
by the flames of
inferno
Entrapped, in the
fallen angel's bosom
I must isolate
myself from this
infinite chasm
Rather i be a loner
than a mourner.
I know this place,
yet i feel so lost
I must take whats
mine and leave fast.
I run, run to lose
myself, run with my
only possession, my
heart,
i run to find my
self, find a new
place, a new start.
Copyright © Rohan Antony | Year Posted 2014
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