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As the mind wanders and night risesI find myself uneasyA string of perpetual sorrowReveling in past glory and miseryAs if my present lifeBelongs to the ceiling and the wallsOf the room I once exploredLove and life as a teenagerWhat simple treasures long pastAnd yet I hold tightWhen the silky cloud of my pastSeeps and dwells beneath my skinRed bumps and stress riseLacking release and a strong mindFor which I feel chained and unbrokenTreading the rain that resembles all I have left and forgotten.
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.