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Drown

Feb 22nd

By The MagerPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Drown
Photo by Tim Marshall on Unsplash

I even lost the courage to talk,

how much I drown myself,

in my own demise,

may I find I some voice.

And when this will be gone,

I'll watch this backfront,

and tell me how much these days meant.

This days of lies,

this days of crushing me,

hunting me down,

hunting me down,

losing in the line,

blurred out of time,

faded in the fog,

of an unstopping chaos.

The temple is shacking once more,

it's column will again resist,

but how much more,

it's needed this to be;

I know, no more.

I've lost even the bright in my eyes,

the light,

the live,

and therefore love.

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

The Mager

Just a man in a mission.

Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,

dreaming in the arts by night,

living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny

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