Losing the Momentum

Grasp over reality slips away unceremoniously

Sometimes there is an effort to hold them back in a stubborn way

Mostly they disappear, leaving a sinister trace

A backlash of time wakes up the otherwise unfelt existence

Without remorse; there is always a sense of unknown anxiety

Conveyed to others who are around

There is an eerie frequency at which feelings are communicated

Somewhere, the deep sense of hollowness create undulations

Some part of the consciousness resemble an abandoned planet

Where once life thrived but deserted after altercations


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