Tired very tired
The snow
The empty void
Of a life that should
Have been there now
Still nothing is left
Only a fantasy and a vague memory
Fading in the afternoon
Snow
Darkness
Love will end
The world and me
But
On the bottom
Of the ocean
Well hidden in gorges
There are life thriving there
Without the sun, only the volcanic heat
There is safety in the darkness
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On Returning
I am here
Again
Searching for words
Searching for meaning
Still the memory, the mind
Fails to remember
Why
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Placement
Learning to read
New worlds
Passing by
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Our Future
Hate
The world
Doesn’t care
Until
It is too late
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Leftover
I am trying to find
A rhythm in my life
A meaning, purpose
But it is only leftovers
Of what once was me
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After Nightfall
Still trying to find word
In the solitude
Of the dark night
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Relearn
Learning how to walk again
It takes time
Love and patience
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No Plans
I did not plan this
This was not my dream
Only tired reality
Options
Still the depression
Looms like a huge bird
Waiting for its pray
To come out into
The sunlight
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A Defining Moment
Silent note
A memorandum
Of no understanding
Traveling far away
While the winter approaches
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