lost in the shadow
lost in the world
lost in the smoke
lost like a smile from a schoolchild.
astounding how easily we lose ourselves.
astounding how savagery finds it's way back.
astounding how you look upon yourself.
astounding how you see only futility.
I must soon declare war upon my contemplations.
I must hold fast to my last piece of lucidity.
I must solemnly smother my broken thoughts.
my thoughts, not their wretchedness.
my wretchedness, not theirs.
(m.e.)
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