Cold

the night is born

in my heart.

i sit.

light shines in front of me.

letters

form into words

into sentences.

thoughts blend to one

ever escaping the clutches of truth.

loneliness sets in

as the walls close in.

tears drip

pooling in the abyss

of my heart.

a heaviness.

each one

a trail down my cheek,

a foot print of a bleeding emotion.

my vision looks wet

lights become brighter

noises much louder.

and all the while

i sit.

my world comes crumpling down,

as stars falling from the sky.

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