I'm torn, I'm lost
No sense or direction
All I lived by, what guided me
Instinct, blind; logic, dumb; wisdom, mute
I shake from doubt
Chilled by fear
I am hollow, a husk, without substance
Torn out, cast aside, forgotten
Eaten by things unknown
No not unknown, misunderstood
The reason, the deisre,... DEAD
The dread of not understanding
How it has come about
And the boil of anger as to why
Why now. In difficulty
Why could it not be simple?
Why could it not be true?
Driven by unknowns, I feel myself fleeing
No slipping away
Without comfort, beyond hope
I stumble, I stagger
The edge so close, the bottom so far...
Do I dare fall?
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