Fallen into a deep black hole,
There is no way out, abandoned, not forgiven.
A fear stirs across, no hope for a beginning.
No contact or understanding, I am lost.
No breath could cut me short of anger.
No words could leave behind my sorrow.
No game could convey me happiness.
I am dead, not only inside, but close to spirit.
The loss of spirit was never remembered, never existing.
The loss of spirit contains a non- existing reality, which is your reality.
I am dead, and so is the world around me.
Nobody can deny the truth that I commanded.
Copyright © Tiffany Von Tungeln | Year Posted 2015
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