Scream
hearts tangled reality of life imprison
in a restless and agitated
not escape a sense of dismay
I do not know just kept walking directions
bemoan every corners of life
Slowly but surely rankle
with all the egos that dominate
I also do not often lose control
own climbing days
deserted kept biting
friends sadly ..........
covered the time ..........
fleeting hope
I continue to wait impatiently
handcuff nostalgia
growing roots withered heart
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