Lost for words,
Words I can not form
They lurk inside,
My thoughts are torn
Torn between uncertainty,
So little is clear
Confused beyond perplexity,
So little sense in what I hear
Fuming from extinguished flames,
Too singed to see through hate
Healing what was self-inflicted,
Too little left to persuade
Lost for thoughts,
Thoughts I can not complete
They implode within,
Seperate notions that refuse to meet
Met with impulse,
So little control to deny
Resisting self-repulse,
So little assurance to recognize
Tired from excessive rest,
Too distorted to feel appealing
Hiding from a self-made phobia,
Too afraid of what I'm concealing
Lost for understanding,
So little meaning in what I see
Too blind to be aware,
Too conflicted to set my fixation free
Too lost to know what is familiar,
So little sanity
So Little Sanity
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