Sometimes I Lose Myself

Sometimes I lose myself, like
snow falling on trees.
There is no grip to hold,
it just sinks into the sea,
cold, quiet, numb.

I leave pieces of myself
in this room.
The room holds my breath,
my presence like a scar—
it will never leave me alone.

Watching the sky at the window,
birds fly, clouds move.
Light fades,
darkness comes,
swallowing me in this room.

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