Have I lost my way,
I don't write every day,
Like I used to back in the days.
Even this right here is no poem,
I felt like coming forward,
Express my so called emotions.
Yet, I still feel somewhat folded,
Placed in a hole with no hope,
To ever return home.
Have I lost my way,
Or is this just another way,
I've chosen to be stuck in a mental cell?
©lost_soul
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