Unfound

The pulse has ceased 
On a unusual pace
Staring at the wall
In a closed space 

Feelings collided
In a confused maze
Mirroring the mess
by a moist gaze

The silence of the midnight 
Has cornered around 
I only hear my heartbeat 
In the dim light, I’m downed

A Hundred things to feel
Thousand words to say
Yet feeling speechless
Till dawn of the first ray

Suffering the paranoia 
Has made my soul ill 
The numbness of my heart
I reckon could kill 

In depths of my fears
I dive through this grey 
To see every bit of happiness 
Quietly fade away.

-Audrey. C

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