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Poetry By: solafidas

This is older, something I found going through old writing. Not really relevant to who I am now, but I like it. I added the last few stanzas because I thought they were necessarily, following lost lost lost.

Submitted:Feb 14, 2009    Reads: 98    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I'm lost here… here in this, this room
You'd think it'd be hard to got lost
A string is hanging from the ceiling
Tangled up with wires and that light
You can't see into the corners
What if you could see into those
Well…well then I might not be able to live
Not with myself no
All those corners that's where
Well where I keep the shame
All the secrets that tear
Out of site where the light
That light! doesn't go
No doors no doors
W-windows that's all I get
Two... two windows
And its worse out there
Than this… this room

To crowded in the darkness
By all that I have done
To revealed in the light
For what I have become
Lost lost lost

But not so lost

I have my windows
And there is a door
I will open when I am done here
When I am no longer lost

I will step into the light


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