A Desolate Place
Lost and empty it is the darkness
that engulfs you without hesitation.
Wrapping it's cold damp fingers around
everything of which your life thrives.
You collapse under its weight, under
the heaviness of its very chaos.
The fog begins to blanket you, to
cover your very means of escape.
Hopelessness lingers just near enough to
bleakness that they fold together.
Exhausted, you're afraid of the desolate
place that has consumed your being.
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