Poetry

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No light, no hope, no walk, no life, no smile, no joy, no reason, no end, no start, no hellos, no goodbyes... this is gone. And my friend thats where you've fallen. And thats where I can't reach.

This is it; this is nothing... this is the feeling waking you up in the middle of the night. This is the feeling that you're going nowhere fast. I am that place; I am that nothing...

Walking around endlessly trying to find and grab the fruit that will make what I'm doing "ok". Or at least hidden from view until I can wake up again...

Never again falling; never again floating... just sinking & sinking quicky I might add. My lifesaver has drowned & my advil is dull. This headache is full of cancer formed first from my heart and shot with a silver bullet straight to my soul.

Now I sit & wait... while I struggle with questions in my words; along with my games with no fair turns.

But now of late it has become old playing tag with myself while waiting for a knock at my door..."Why hello death, you're late again...."

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