Fortified,
I see walls of loneliness.
With a dungeon of depth,
pitch black with no vent.
If suicide a mission of death
then let me leave my soul to fate.
Hungered,
this solitaire demeanour.
Embraced by bears
in their might but free non,
life seems fair.
I am not eclipsed or forgone
I relish this calm air.
Deafened,
I hear no noise.
Just whispers of self,
thoughts poised,
action's suspense.
Awaiting a choice
either wrong or correct.
So let me be,
peace is where I rest,
my counsel is sweet.
Marginalized from the rest
I thrive in these muted shrieks.
Silently meant
was my time in this dream.
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