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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2194355
For the prompt of the day
I'm so used to it,
today like the other days,
a big dark hole within me,
it scars my tormented soul.

Like a poor sick man,
abandoning himself,
embracing the death,
I gave up on myself.

I'm marooned, defenceless,
no escape from my darkness,
which I'm trapped in.

When you were by my side,
your light could chase my demons away,
I could see forward, I could see a future,
I could glimpse a way out, a spark of hope.

Now, I'm not even a classic man,
I'm a aimlessly body,
filled by wickedness and sinfulness,
ah! I comprehend my feeling:
I have no big dark hole.
My soul is no longer inside me.
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