hoplessness
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LostWe lose ourselves with everyday routine.
We hide behind the chaos that surrounds us.
We find love with our paper hearts.
My desires turn to ghost,
When I was in elementary school- age 8
I was taught to “ be all you can be”
Our minds were like architecture; like the baskets we weave
When I was in middle school – age 14
Threatening waves crash over me,
they pound the life out of me.
I hear what seems to be
screams in the distance,
But it’s me.
