No Direction
I look for my place to fit into,
A welcoming face to relate to;
I get lost and the compass leads me north.
North to the land of skulls
Where the slow sea gently lulls
Me into a dream.
I saw everything you've ever felt;
Relief, anxiety, pain all melt
Into each other, becoming one
Under the icy blazing sun;
Something pulls at the threads
Of my mind, they unravel
Undone.
I awake and pull the
Threads from my eyes,
They fall on the ground and
Spell the word 'LIES';
A premonition?
The word burns into the snow,
I watch it grow,
Blossoming into imperfection;
My reflection.
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