Sinking

Dark places welcome me, to escape this place of tragedy. I am here,

but I am not. I walk amongst them smelling my own rot. Decomposing

daily I sink into my hidden places of vast oblivion.

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2 Responses Dec 1, 2012

a familiar feeling..you are not alone..and still you are.

I still am...

I feel the same. Excellent poem.

Thank you.