Undone

Done hiding, done my cigar, painful chest, ugh.

I cannot describe the sky, oblivious speaking,

Let loose the pen go beneath the untold,

No rhyme, just house not home, long forgotten-,

Like me it has no sense. What is the future that is waiting?

Depends on what I'm writing per say believing the words,

of a prophet whose words come from? Mystery of,

uneverlasting knowledge not to be consume.

My internal self can no longer stand in this kind of position,

Tell me in different language so that I may understand what

you're trying to imply in this wrecked path of mind I struggle.

Writing not writing, Can't stop, stop writing, I've been new.

Bless me, heaven sent. Spare me and forgive me.

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