Emptiness and isolation are garments I don’t wish to add to my wardrobe.
Black paint stains
The walls of my soul.
Fingernails embed themselves
In my shattered psyche
Causing the world as I know it
To teeter on the brink of emptiness
That has crept up on me
And forced me to wear
A cloak of isolation and brokenness.
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