A Lost Spark

Something that day,

died within me—

a spark misplaced,

a dream set free.


A home, once mine,

a destined place,

changed its path,

left no trace.


What did I lose?

I still don’t know—

a faded dream,

or passion’s glow.

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  1. "MAYBE, I WAS ENERVATED TO THE DREAMS, TO IT'S INFINITE INTRACTABLE RAYS. OR PERHAPS I WAS ENERVATED TO THE MIST(ONENESS) IT'S ETERNAL, INEXHAUSTIBLY BREEZE. AS I STROLLED UNCONSCIOUS, PASSIONATE ENOUGH TO SUSTAIN( sustainable yet difficult to endure)THE INCARCERATION OR ENOUGH TO, FERVENTLY DOMICILE THE THE UNHABITUAL DAMNATION ( endurable yet it's something you shouldn't belong within.)

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