You try to think
but the process ain’t staring

Making your way through the gloom
of your life

senses leave sight
and you are left helpless

Crying, pleading, panic
nothing can make right
what isn’t wrong

rest, sigh, step back
you can’t get to a place
you’ll never belong

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