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Losing one’s memory
Kindred to loss of mind
No sense of awareness
Lost in a world of its own
Slowly withering away
With each passing day
Be there no recollections
Nor actions upon others
A changing of self – gone
Within memoirs of a past
Now jaded in fragile state
As everything fades away
A sad notion in reflection
As people may pass you by
Looking puzzled – confused
In wonder of whom they are
The weight one may carry
Obliterates all in its wake
Be there no peace of mind
Driving those around insane
In an undertow – drowning
As one so longs to resurface
No power, strength, nor will
Swallowing this ruthless pill
One might call upon sanity
In distraction of minds-sake
Nothing can satisfy the urge
A longing of profound peace
A calling unto every new day
As the sun shines – so lovely
Dreaming of carefree days
As you look out the window
«Un
détenu peut être – seul
Dans une
quête, qui détient sans fin
Qui est
absorbé par ses pensées
Dans une
vie, qui n'existe pas»
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