![]() untitledA Poem by coastalmanawake in the middle of the night broken, i have no might, dead in from the inside the clock is past midnight. I refill the glass of memories, that once felt so dear to me, yet now they're so far from me. Turning, chasing, running, "Am I such a fool?" I keep asking myself while I keep chasing the oasis. Just a taste, a glimpse, a peek at what it was before but will never be again. Dead in the mind and the inside, deprived in the head and the outside, The old king told me - "Not caring is the new thing" yet I still am in the off-spring. Emptiness inside and outside, everyone is bland everyone is blind all are bind to the mind that we're supposed to unwind.
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StatsAuthor![]() coastalmanBulgariaAboutHello. I consider myself an amateur writer, though I have really only written poems for now. I really write once in a blue moon, but I find it fascinating and a very intresting hobby that I do wish to.. more..Writing
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