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It troubles me, even in sleep,
This ever waking death.
Torment a conscious, unconscious mind,
Seclusion takes away my breath.
Deny it now, say not so,
I walk and stand alone.
Solitude's partner loneliness,
From hair down through to bone.
The walls whisper, softly, all
The memories I have not.
Here in crowed isolation,
I must cast my lot.
Fingers hold a tenuous grip
To life's long single scream
A nightmare living day to day,
One would call my dream.
Happiness torn from childhood past,
Pleasure from adolescence's youth.
Passion ripped, and torn to dust.
Pain my only truth.
© copywright R. Rock
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