Lost
In a hazy valley,
In a hazy valley,
The poet
Stumbles
And falls
A familiar abyss
Beckons her
Where
Some strange love
Was felt
Yet curious much
She yearns to know
What the light
Has got in store
The possibility
Of never finding
Herself
And the waiting
Weakens her`
See,
The poet is dying
Word after word
Palsied
For days on end
It is her undoing
This quiet she feels
The dam
Stands undisturbed
O break now,
Precious dam
Break now,
And fill this valley up
The poet
Has lost her
Insanity
And normalcy
Devours her
She's
Stranded
In a daunting
Centre
Longing
For
A chance
To breathe.
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