Haunted Memory
I walk next to the lake
my toes sinking in the sand
reminiscing of the days
when I wasn’t spoken too
lost in a sea of people
who wanted nothing to do with me
no matter how hard I try
I can’t win
every name
every smirk
every grin
leaves me sinking breathless
like a rose that never bloomed
each day is like a never ending battle
between dark and light
stares
sarcastic laughter
constantly surround me
fear of loneliness
has become reality
desperate search for freedom
has long months to come
they’re not gonna stop
until I’ve packed up and gone
thunder will speak to me
lightning will brighten the dark path i can’t see
so here i am
alone and helpless
with but a piece of paper to rely on
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