I'm sitting in darkness again,
wrapped up in it
like a comfortable blanket
hiding my shape from the world.
A world I no longer belong to,
disconnected like the dead
but still breathing,
wandering.
Darkness is like a shield,
a trusted friend
with whom I can let go of the mask,
stop pretending to live.
For while I'm still wandering this earth,
my soul has died with them
and all that's left is an empty shell
and a broken promise.
And still I wander,
going through the motions at day
but the night is mine
for the darkness mirrors my soul.
Quiet it lays over my heart,
enveloping me in its gentle touch
holding space for everything that's lost
while I beckon Death.
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