A
thought leaves that has no place to go.
You
can’t speak for your mind hears enough.
Tormenting
apprehension claims you.
The
overwhelming regret that plays through you seems a bluff,
But
the grayness seems to cover the world.
Craving
exists but despair makes it weary.
As
the discourage down grades you to nothing,
The
aloneness prevails and the deep eye closes.
Consumed by the silence.
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