Losing It

by Marty Willaims
(bakersfield ca .)

In too Deep

the things that i write will one day get the best of me for i know not the time or the place of my demise. least it be a surprise, i shall suffer not to suffer for in sleep i love and in darkness i cry to myself, i overwhelm my inner being and then i become one with my mind, body and soul.

I drift into the oblivion of the uttermost world of curiosity and shame, tend to get off track trying to follow a hollow love, a shallow love, for i have a complex and tend to be happy with someone who is happy with me. if not for love for lust and i know that's a shame but still, i dwell in the midst of my four-cornered world, a prison in a world of opportunity.

i often wonder who will really love me, so shattered and tattered just plain raggedy to the bone, yet still i linger on and know that i'm losing it. and i think she got me gone.

out of the bosom of a woman i came, walking head up and proud! now i stroll slow with my head down in shame for she got my fame. let the lust get me again, hard to recover that's what i discovered soon i'll be a memory and dust in the wind but i will always remember you my friend, the one who i could trust to share the feelings that i long to share with the world, never ever knowing how much I'm losing it.

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