in a darkness of my own making
where all the pathways lead within
shutting out the light from outside
cutting off friends like amputated limbs
retreating ever farther from living
giving up on even trying
surviving now on just the pain
letting it guide me always deeper
searching for the peace that eludes
for the quiet that can never be
inside the one place it can't exist


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- posted by Roadkill Poet @ 8:07 PM