I lay my memories down
on this forsaken path
I've taken off my mask
It was starting to bleed
Without message
Without protection
I sit alone in this room
Night after night
Calming myself against a nothingness
Which refuses to show its face
I lie in a patchwork of the impossible present
And the invisible future
Into the wreck
The fear well traveled
I end where I started
With the chase inside
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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