Poem #3 (June 7, 2020. 8:03am)
I rose from the mist of the air
Like a daydream lost in a nightmare
I live in a wrong sidetrack of time
Like I should be in a different line
The path doesn’t make sense
It will be over, but when?
The track feels like forever on loop
And I am no longer part of the group
The struggle feels endless
Like there is nothing awaits you
But still, I am doing my best
To be worthy of the truth
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