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 Mar 2018 Penny Iloa
UZara Mist
Wake up,
you're alive.

But who asked if I wanted this life?
I didn't choose to be here;
nor there.
yet, I'm everywhere.

Day by day,
I pass through time -  
like a bird in the sky.
My mind,
in a constant bind.
Thoughts consumed of what I once knew.

Night by night,
My soul -
finally set free.
The moonlight -
I wish to be.
Will I ever be content with just me?

Sleep,
Please don't dream.

— The End —