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Aftermath
in this aftermath of who I was
age consumes both memory, and clarity
simplicity befuddles me, and I am lost,
those that know me, I know not
their caring a smile I return in shambled form,
being fearful of strangers that comfort with tears,
and speak of someone I do not recognize
in the reflection of a confused mirror,
I am alone, shadowless in the light of day,
overpowered by voices that cripple my night,
and in my interruption, I beg their silence,
to tremble at the answer that rings in echo,
my existence I fear lives only in my mind.
