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No Man's Land

Sometimes we all get lost

By Ashlie CrossPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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No Man's Land
Photo by Mishal Ibrahim on Unsplash

I haven’t been able to sleep right for two weeks.

The future’s starting to seem real bleak.

What am I doing?

I haven’t got a clue.

But you know what they say, that your future’s up to you!

What if you aren’t really feeling you?

And you can’t seem to get with it.

Then what? What do you do? And how do you live with it?

I do little things to cope, in fear of losing hope.

But that only gets me so far.

The repetitive cycle, I can’t seem to stand.

I lose track of time.

I lose track of plans.

We all walk the same grounds.

So I’m sure you can understand.

Because we all sometimes get lost.

Inside of no man’s land.

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Ashlie Cross

I am a mommy of 3 and full time college student ALWAYS trying to make ends meet.

I write a lot about how I feel.

How I want the world to be.

How I wish people were.

I write to release.

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