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Solitude Darkness

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all is quiet

and it begins.

darkness creeps in

out of the nowhere

from the blackness of the eye

from the painful cries

from a dive in the deep

from where my scary sleeps

it tinkles down my spine

it shadows round my thighs

it makes my heart beat-beatings

and my ache bleed-bleeding

it raises a finger at the pain

in an endless play it games.

Solitude Darkness.

It’s a new state of being

a crazy quietness

a place of heartlessness

a time for restlessness

and all the time it’s less and less

Less of me

or of my something

Less of wanting

More of haunting

and hunting

and cutting

it spreads on me

shadows

glum

burns and hurts

strikes

but invisible

and far

and distant

and invincible

I tackle it with my words

but

to what

end

In the numbness

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In the numbness of still life,

my shrugged answer to you

stopped everything,

as though nothing had relevant existence.

It’s coming back to haunt me;

lusting after a loving life.

still… life…

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look down

scolded 

fireworks are nowhere to be found

nor sounds to hold dear

nor scapegoats running near.

 

you might shy away.

I know I am

lonely

ashamed

imbalanced

closed down.

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