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The Lost and The Damned

by senmial 2 years ago in surreal poetry

I sought a sense of belongingness on every road I travelled.

The shivers left my spine from my formative years

Deep in my mind's eyes, you could see that the fear was gone

There was not a glimpse of hope

Nor an iota of ecstasy

And in them, rested dark clouds of emptiness

Just void, blank; arrant nothingness

I sought a sense of belongingness on every road I travelled

In every buzz that marvelled

But I never found the closure I pursued

I never found the joy in the healing of my wounds

I never found peace in the flowing streams of my veins

I lost my tracks in the midst of the Amazon

Running away from a humdrum life

My thirst for thrilling adventures is what took me this far

T'was the same reason it took me away from home

In any case, home never felt like home

I am cursed and abused

Confused and amused

I am the offspring of the lost and the damned

And just like the ones before me, I can't seem to find my way back


I am not broken

At least not yet

I'll try to find the path to where home might be

I'll learn to love the scars engraved on my feet

I'll learn to love the world even though it hates every bit of me.

surreal poetry
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There is nothing more satisfying than finding joy in who we are and become. I am a glass half-full person and a work in progress. Poetry is my means of CATHARSIS and Music is my THERAPY#ToLoveAndBeLoved

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