Friday, 13 September 2024

Unquenchable Loneliness

Thy soul in darkness departed from all sense of awareness, disconnected tho’ is considered normality, untouched by reality, feeling a deep sense of unquenchable loneliness. 
A shimmering dagger placed close to thy heart, one small joust of release, reappropriating disordered whirlwind of chaos then peace.
silence as a restoration of thy soul endures a wait to infinity 
gone are expectations of inconsequential ability,
sleep for what appears to be eternity,
never to wake. 

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