Dark, dull, damp & dreary,
Caught in this space of nothingness.
Barren memories, of what was, fade into itself.
Trapped in the reflections, of one’s existence.
Numbed to the “Knowledge Of Self.”
Never gaining the foundational footing, needed to find balance.
The wind moans, in the distance, As it cries for the loss of all causes.
And the raindrops, pelt a beat, known only to the dead.
Forgetting, forgotten, forgone…
And the forlorn stillness becomes a tomb.
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