Have you ever felt lost
Lost in space,
Like a coin tossed
And thoughts misplaced.
Nothing makes sense
But the errands of sex,
Perfected in pretence.
Marking an offence.
I wish it was all clear.
Vivid, from front to rear.
The emotions of fear,
Are elusive and severe.
Have mercy on me.
I am only a detainee.
Have mercy on me.
I am only a deportee.
©diabetic
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