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Crying Inward

I'm sick of crying out
To a cold and silent world
Even if they hear
There's nothing can be done.

No relief, no cure, no hope,
So why plead and wail?
If no-one can understand
The language of pain?

Instead, I want to start crying inward
I want to ask why
My body hates my existence
And why all I have are questions.

Like what it takes
To destroy your vessel
Is it some kind of
Unknown holy war?

I cry in to my spark of life
Asking where it has gone
And why has it
Left me behind?




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