| poem : in need of a compass
My mind goes to uncharted places.
I’m lost.
My addictive behavior has gotten
The better of me.
Flashes of familiarity
Of the man I was
And the places I’ve been...
I think I’ve been here before,
but like a dream of déjà vu
the memory is fading..
I can’t seem to find my center.
Feeling helpless,
do people know I’m missing?
I hope somebody will come find me.
...And soon.
BY:Tortured
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