Moldering now
as my soul
goes dark,
no light shines
here, all is
empty and stark.
No frivolous fun
(or smile)
brightens my face,
feelings of joy
have seeped
down a crevasse.
Utter despair
has taken
its toll, ravaged
me bleak and
slashed my
whole. Fear
and quaking
fill my days
as no hope
arrives to ease
this aching.
Abject loneliness
has wrung me
weak–pale
and spent
no one seeks.
Entirely devoid
of sweetness
and care, no
one sees this
walking nightmare.
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