It’s crowded in here

So many thoughts:



Too many to sort

More than I can discern

Sinking deeper and deeper

Into the depths of my mind


I fear losing myself

To the Dark

The Emptiness

A Soul Death I cannot fathom

Is creeping on me

A necrotic curse

I long to blame on my conditions

But all things are choice

Even Desperation

Even Loss


So I must learn to choose differently

Not only for myself

But for those I love

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