Lost
Lost
What to write: that night,
my mind went blind.
For a blank sheet of paper
proved my thoughts darker,
darker than a blank sheet
of paper in a hollow, dark room,
a dark room that became
for me a random living room,
pushing me to be a dweller.
I knew no way to describe
my slithering snake’s actions
and the kisses of hell’s flame.
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