Could
Could it be, that my love has disappeared?
Like a bird in a frenzied migration.
The monster that I have always feared
Has been the dictator of my nation.
Lost, like a ship out to sea
Caged, like a man never free.
Could it be, I'm lost in me?
Like my mind in a bind.
The insight I see
Is what causes me to be blind.
Torn, weak and frayed
Where my heart left, is where I stayed.
poem by Matthew Peel
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