In My Skin
I feel lost...
trapped in some forsaken being
hopelessly searching for the lost soul
who once occupied its warm space
but comfort is long lost and forgotten
too downtrodden to be revived
and too far removed to be destroyed
employed to watch but never partake
in the beautiful flavors and colorful tastes
of the wind and and the world.
Where am I...? Who am I...?
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