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7 billion poets laid claim to the soul,
but got lost in her face.
 Mar 2017 LostInDreamsJW
ryn
Death
 Mar 2017 LostInDreamsJW
ryn
These eyes search
but I only see the insides of my lids.

These words I muster
do not make it past the sanctity of my chapped lips.

These ears hear the cries and celebration of the world I once knew
but yet... I do not.

This skin fray at its edges but still envelop
this strange familiar plane... And I struggle to find my bearing.

So I indulge...
In this little serving of death.
 Mar 2017 LostInDreamsJW
Phoenix
They looked both ways and chose a road.
The done deal was made,
They took the turn that couldn’t be reversed.

Looking back, they remember the weight;
They had to deal with it, they dealt with it, their own way.
Looking back, they retrace that memory lane,
Remembering the vivid yet the blackness it had obtained.

Thinking there wasn’t something better to do,

But to try and have some fun and just forget for a few.
Not bothering to remember the problems they’d have to face tomorrow;
Though just revel within the moment feeling carefree without the cargo.

But they looked around..
That’s when they see,
That it was then, did they realize,
The nostalgic, the void, that surrounded them like

Islands at seas.

It was then, did realize they were never really complacent at all.
Nothing but an emotion, that never really lasted long.
It was only till then, did they realize, that they got lost into the unknown,
Now they can’t find their way towards the place they called home.

Through it all, the journey continues on.

These past roads have led me here, but many choices are left to make.
Choose wisely the path you take, and just save yourself from another mistake.
Whether you like it or not, you can only accept the mistakes you made
And either learn or run from them.
Though either way,

Life goes on.
You may recognize this poem, it was after all the first piece of writing I've written a few years back on my old account. I took some time off.. Off of what? I really don't know, since poetry has never really left me. Eventually, with all the turmoil inside, I turned to what I thought was best; which was to write out my soul.
Anyway, hoped you guys liked & stay tuned for what is more to follow ((:
If death surrounds me,
I shall not stop it.
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