The frail threads of trust from which I once hung have been cut,
Leaving me falling silently through sorrow with my tears,
An open would that does not heal marking my soul for eternity,
And an ever-present ringing scream of silence shed with tears,
The frayed threads of trust, once safety, now bind me as a prisoner,
The light of hope that used to shine now a consuming darkness,
Lost forever to my lonely despair in this eternally inescapable night.

No wind stirs this ever-present fall as my scream is silenced,
No sound except the slow beating of my heart to be heard,
The tired beat of life drumming on even now when I have no hope,
Too cold to see the bright colors of life in this dismal fog,
Merely waiting for my fall to break, to be set free from my despair,
In this inescapable night that chokes and clings unremittingly,
I wish only to feel the breaking of the weight from my soul,
To see light once more and be able to open my eyes once again.


 
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