Mirrored
Desolate dreams I bid farewell
No room here for hope or heart
Corridors of my mind now silent
Choke in blackness overwhelming
Traces of words and unsmiling faces
Voices raised echoing harsh memory
What I was, who I was today? when?
The pain is back, it smiles at me
Search by sanity for a trace of me
Deep, murky abyss of failing mind
Doubtful existence of birdsong feint
Draw the blind; retreat, recoil sleep.















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