Mess

It shouldn’t be here

But I’m lost

There’s a missing piece

Something foreign

It isn’t where it should be

But am I?

Determination falls flat

As time passes, laughing

Time doesn’t laugh, I do

Lost

This isn’t what it should be

This should be different, somehow

Changed, twisted, beyond this

I need more time

Time isn’t kind or giving

It doesn’t exist, how can it?

I have to make my own

I have to stop

Mess

It won’t sort itself out

Get up.

 

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