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Without Focus |
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greysolace Member
since 2006-03-27
Posts 71 |
Darkness seems to abound and hands stretch forward, fumbling, searching for the road leading to the end of the world. What once was a path clear and worn from decades of travelers, now washed away as if by summer rains. Battles take place on it now between desire and obligation, expectations and what’s observed, reality and perception, between right eye and left as all goes blurry And sight fails you. Focus is gone and the mind wanders aimlessly across barren lands meandering through thickets with grasping fingers seeking its destruction. Conviction steals away like a thief in the night, leaving the body to mourn remaining comatose in its despair. Once Focus is gone, the great machine of man falls into disrepair with no one composed enough to fix it. Muscles grow lax and utterly fall asleep, leaving man to rise no more. The path he was on becomes nothing more than brambles without focus. ~~Poetry is written emotion~~ |
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