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Loose Strings
Row, row, row your boat
up and down the stream
Will you sink
or will you float?
Life is but a dream
Soft like a pillow
caressing the face
Comforting like a mother's
welcoming embrace
Some dreams are perky
Others serene
My dreams, however,
are bursting at the seams
Tendrils of fabric
rustle in the wind
Whispering a bittersweet song
of happiness and sin
Flying by so quickly
Barely seeing my life
My vision smudged by a world
smothering in grief and strife
The sands of time
rush around me
chaffing my skin
Reminding me of
where I've been
I desire the time
when my life was simple
I could always find joy
no matter the season
Now I cannot laugh
I have no reason
Everything has changed
The happiness is gone
Every decision I've made
has turned terribly wrong
My past actions
reappear in my brain
Informing me that
nothing will ever be the same
I cannot return to the past
to correct my mistakes
My strength is withering
My hope fades
Haunting like a spirit
the past glares into my soul
I have no direction
No idea where to go
Making no impact
I quietly exit the stage
In the book we call life
I will merely be
a wrinkle on a page
Condemned by others
I drown in loneliness
Longing for the past
only intensifies the pain
Struggling against
the inevitable
I try to collect
the fragments of my life
Gathering the misplaced strings
that held it all together
Failure crushes my shoulders
My mind becomes weak
The ragged seams
release all of my dreams
Gone forever
Only because of
a few loose strings
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