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Shadows billow against the Solitude of my thoughts,
Shape-shifters of ebon calamity
Spilling from the darkness into a violet haze
That spins my senses and leaves me Dim,
Unheard and Voiceless in the vacuous Stillness.
Tumbling into this ether,
This Void of nothingness that Engulfs me
And Consumes ravenously like vultures at feast,
I Stare blankly into the murk,
Wondering mutely how it has come to this.
Broken, yet Seeking,
Wordless and yet, screaming,
As the denizens of deep shade creep into the very Heart of me,
Devouring as they dance,
And like Inescapable quicksand
That sucks me deeper down as I struggle to Escape,
The Blankness breeds like Contagion.
And I stare,
Into the Void.
This poem touches on the darkness of Grief and Depression, Shadows that Haunt us all at one point or another.
Beautiful Original Artwork by: Fernanda Brussi Goncalves