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Lost and drifting
deep within my labyrinth mind,
I search for happy memories,
in hope of passing time.
 

I enter a room of haunting whispers
too soft to hear, yet familiar still.
I fear these voices in my mind,
in haste, I jump the window sill.
 

Landing upon sweet grass i see,
an endless park surrounding me.
The dewy moss, the great blue sky,
all enshrouded in purple light.
 

I blink but once and gaze in sorrow.
the park was no more,
it drifts away from me.
I am lost once more in misery.
 

A final attempt to save myself,
i step through new-found door.
Gazing into the void I find,
I am undone, I lose my mind.

 

 

[Another poem written in a depression. Many parts of the poem come from a speech my literature teacher gave about the futility of life. Inspired in part by, ‘The Wastelands’ by Elliot, this poem revolves around the search for beauty and truth, only to find that nothing but an incomprehensible void exists.]
 


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