Visual Echo
The man I once was
is a visual echo
fading into naught.
There was a time
I felt achingly hollow
and pressingly weighed.
starved and stiffed by doubt,
gone far past the sunken place
to deeps starkly dark.
Eventually,
time did thin the choking void,
eventually.
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