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Nowhere Land

It’s where lonely minds are left to think

By Marie381Uk Published 7 months ago 1 min read
By George’s Girl 2025

Nowhere Land

It’s a nowhere land, out past the noise,

where the lost hang out without a choice,

no signposts, no finish lines,

just shadows sitting between the lines.

No one calls your name out there,

no welcome mat, no waiting chair,

it’s quiet, rough, and cold as steel,

where what you’ve lost becomes what’s real.

They don’t chase dreams, they don’t find peace,

they just exist till the voices cease.

Maybe they once tried to belong,

but belonging’s weak when you’ve been wronged.

So we stand in circles, broken, thin,

trading truths we keep within,

no heroes here, no helping hand,

only ghosts that understand.

It’s not a prison, not quite free,

just somewhere no one wants to be.

But if you’ve ever lost your fight,

you’ll know the shape of its endless night.

So we stand in circles broken thin

trading truths we keep within

no heroes here no helping hand

only ghosts that understand

No, It’s not a prison not quite free

just somewhere no one wants to be

You don’t escape you understand

the lost belong in Nowhere Land

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Marie381Uk

I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️

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  • Mark Graham7 months ago

    Believe it or not I think we all have been there many times. It just takes patience and perseverance to get through. Good job.

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