A short poem that can perceived in many different ways.
I’m tired of playing a game with unsaid rules and unknown players
I want to run away and escape from this grayness that has consumed me
I’m already forgetting the words to the songs we used to sing
I need to love again to break free of this monotony
I watch as my dreams become forgotten, and my memories begin to fray
Unraveling into dusty strings that float out of my grasp
Until reality blurs at the edges and becomes something unreal, unexplainable
A suspension of belief and emotion
That’s where you’ll find me
In the borderlands of providence,
The wasteland of love
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