I'm lost. There's nothing you can do.
I feel detached from body and the soul.
I just don't know how should I'm going through.
What kind of things could help me to feel whole.
I've been in places, spaces, times, relationships.
I've seen the best, the worst, the most important things.
It's all just passed me by. And underneath -
The insecurity. The fear. I feel stings
And strings of it. I'm puppet on its rope,
My feet and hands are wriggling helpless, soft.
My face in tears. I think I lost the hope
To have one day the strength to cut this off.
Lost
© Copyright: Анна Горбушина, 2020
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