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Lost Inside
The clouds cried tears of frozen glass; Slicing at the tender flesh of dreary defenseless sky; The world sobbed under a veil of grey; While quietly humming a tune of hope; From beneath tortured vocal chords; Just another day; Lost of felicity; A map with no borders; No end in sight; He lifted his leaden head to find the lock; The sanctuary doors accepted his key; He dragged inside his listless gaze; It pointed only to his feet and scraped at the ground; Like the rusty blade of a dull sickle; The distractions of the world continued to scream at him through the walls; Assaulting his senses with malicious intent; Like razors across a baby's skin; He knew within this idyllic box existed a reprieve from malaise; He just needed a little help to find the source; Mercilessly it called out to him; Like a dulcet siren in the smoke of the ocean; Suddenly a compass renewed he found his lost sense of direction; Long-forgotten serenity trickled to his surface; His skin tingled with the pin-pricks of a thousand needles; Each injecting lively serum into a gloomy husk; He began to open doors like a madman; Drunken by a fever of passion; He raged through the barren shelter; Turning left; Turning right; Was he climbing out of the pit; Or just falling in circles; February 4, 2016
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