The Darkness

The darkness closes in,

a strongbox of emotion locked tight.

Inside, a mirror reflecting all my sin.

I am broken,

it doesn't take a genius to see.

So much conveyed without a single word spoken.

The silence gives me away,

the distance in my eyes goes for miles.

A shout into the darkness that not everything is okay.

Few questions are asked,

I cannot tell if they care or if they simply don't know.

I tend to walk about as if I am masked.

I cannot blame them,

I do not reach out for help.

It is myself I must condemn.

Time becomes slower and slower,

I take another puff of my cigarette.

Thankfully, my confidence cannot get any lower.

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