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the abyss keeps calling me
in haunting echos
I, myself can not repeat
I walk more alone
as the days pile up
to weave long nights
into weeks
that turn into
mournful months
that babble like sleet
I am a quiet vessel with
a loud voice
my tears fall backwards
into my own eyes
realizing they've so little choice
further adrift
I slump but to slip
into this redundancy
of depression's
crushing grip
I am a flickering shadow
that can not grow
legs so to run
from this hellish
place in my mind
what was once
so very beautiful
now draws in ugly shaking
breaths of shattering disbelief
tonight
I am mere dust
swept out
'Into A Busy Street'........................
(March 22, 2010 452am)