Lost

I thought I can not

But lost myself to it.

Don’t know how it happened

But it did bit by bit.

I’m losing my sleep,

Feel the same slope much steep.

I thought that I’d get up,

But with time sank more deep.

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There’s a lot to do,

A little time for it.

But as cold takes the hold,

I’m letting myself ruin it.

Like I have drunk something

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With some hard brew in it.

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As I left to care,

It led to a space.

Things are not in place,

Of that I’ve got a trace.

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I feel the heat with every move;

Every step riskier, a lesson more hard.

Each lesson learned, a mastered move;

Some wrong turns, some memories marred.

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In the end, it’s just a heart.

No matter how much you yourself exhaust,

Some you win, some you have to let be lost.