misty shores of loneliness

 Dear Reader,

I hope you are doing fine..and everything is alright with you...

reader I have something, I don't know how to say this and I don't know what this is but its something you feel that is not right...something is off ...don't know..not feeling very happy but I am not depressed as well..like something missing or something don't make sense and something is not true...like all is crumbling to pieces and I am out of glue to stick the crumbling pieces together..like I have not done something right and all is falling down...reader I am tired of repairing things really..I just feel like letting all to collapse and watch while everything is on fall...    

I have walked on the misty shores of loneliness with an incurable disease

doctor's don't mercy and say I am due death it is around the corner clock is fast and catching up

I have dried in the sandy dunes of loveliness with an incurable disease

lover's don't mercy and say I am due breath it is bound in the together clock is slow and not ticking up

I have talked to the guilty consciousness of relentlessness with an incurable disease

devil's don't mercy and say I am due beneath it is found in the falter clock waste of time sicking up  

I have walked on the synchronicity mess of timelessness with an incurable disease

sage's don't mercy and say I am due path it is bound in the now's infinite sparkle where time sliming up

                                                                                                    King H. Ironson

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