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Erased.
I'm fake,
A tall tale,
Told by a con man,
I wish to be erased,
Just like a lie,
which wishes to be unsaid.

I see myself,
Alone.
In this dim street light,
Struggling with my thoughts
In solitude.
Somehow,
I fear of getting to the
heart of my mind.
But why?

Sometimes I wonder,
If that light means something?
Does it actually refers to something?
My will to live maybe?
No,it can't be
Cause trust me
I've none left with me.

Sometimes it starts to rain,
But I never get drenched,
The fine rain never
dampens my face,
So despicable,
Do I manage to fend off
The rain droplets too?
So disgraced,
Have I already been forsaken?

And travelling through the
Ravages of my mind,
I find,
Myself at the quietus,
Forsaken by all,
Forsaken by my own self
I think about the street,
I think about the world
without me,
A world from which
I'm erased,
The only World
Which seems ideal to be.


___&___

And I look forward to the world
From which I'm erased,
For it was and is my only valuable treasure.

______.


© potatoo
@writco #Erased