Solitude
It rob's my soul and self until a shell remains.
The silence screams at me.
Closing my eyes only makes it grow.
Everywhere I turn, I'm greeted by it's presence.
Staring back at me through the eyes of others.
Dancing, clawing up my spine, to whisper in my ear.
I beg to retch it's poison and pain from my twisted and soured bowels.
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