State of Mind

Stepping off this platform

A black shade engulfs my aspirations

The wind whistles its heralding tune of deceit

As this chill grows to a paralyzing sting

I move slowly and caution sees success fail

Weak, unworthy, sad, invalid: whispers to my sanity

How could a land be so stained with pain?

Air so dense it suffocates every smile

Is this the place I am called to be?

A false testament to life

Eroded and corroded this country finds its state

Moments stretch on and days blend into one

The train is now lost, this visit has become a stay

Separated from reality the world is gained

My mind is no place to dwell

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