Abyss


I once compared myself to a hurricane
But a hurricane could only ever convey
The destruction I made on the outside
And the people I would hurt.

Inside,
I was more of an abyss.
You could toss in anything
And it'd fall silently into the depths
Without even the sound of it hitting the ground
To address it's reality.

The darkness consumed not only what I saw
But what I heard and how I heard it,
Whispers were loud enough to kill
But they didn't, and that may have been the worst part of all.

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