Spilt….milk….(lost)

Solid…light..forgotten how to be strong right now
I’m trying to reach out but I don’t know where to reach
The barrier of lost time has put me under
Dementia swimming into a lost defiant…lost
Swearing to the sky
Like it helps some how
I am so torn with this heavy-ness
And this diatribe of spilt…..milk
Lost…
Ants swarming into a mound
of battered youth
soulless smiling into a brainwash
compound of you, the cancer
and the some how
you lost sight and rendered to……

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