around me is darkness
everywhere i look holds it within
don't know if i can mask this
"take it in," he said
"what?" i whispered along my lips
he pointed to a vision of death
in my head; am i stoned?
"how is that possible, death ... and life, in the same association?"
and he said in the most delicate tone,
"that's how i live every single day."
i am left with a feeling of familiarity
in this hell dark room,
and i whisper with the faintest mentality,
"i am dead inside too,"
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Gone With The WindPoetry
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