not being able to write
losing my words
darkness
that’s what i fear
never seeing the world again
being by myself
solitary
that’s what i’m afraid of
pain
dying
i don’t like them
love?
i don’t know how
never getting beyond myself
stuck in a slough
wasting
what if that happened?
but through love
comes death
that brings life
when downward falls
the knife
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