My voice gets lost,
In the sea of millions,
Forgotten as it stands,
Crushed under waves of imagination.
Despair crosses my mind,
As doubt takes ahold,
What once a proud poet said,
Now a mere shell sits,
Casted on the empty shores of life,
By the tide that swipes all,
Now he wonders was it all for naught?
Even the bright hope of the sun,
Means little to the one who is lost,
How can it allure,
When doubt ate all perception?
Now lost and damned,
I sit and wait,
For my eternal redemption.
But still, in the fearless moments that occur,
I find myself wanting,
Waiting,
Shivering,
For a chance so the voice of hope can be heard.
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