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(Written 6~27~01)



Alone I sit, in constant fear,

In a darkened box I call my room,

Shadows creeping towards my heart,

Utter darkness becomes the gloom.



Sunlight’s disappearance,

Speeds my stuttering, weak pulse,

Shades of black and gray fuel my vision,

Other colors all seem bleak and false.



I close my eyes and dream,

A memory of older, better days,

Awakened with a start,

Someone whispers in my daze.



Tears fall down upon my pillows,

Dripping onto the bed,

“What’s wrong”, I ask the shadows,

Silence invokes deepened dread.



Laughter mocks my confusion,

While light filters in my eyes,

No longer existing as a person,

I am amongst the shadows and the lies.