What now should one react?
What now should one say?
What now should one feel?
What now should one do?
What now can one do?
A hole, an endless dark hole has been planted in me.
It draws my strength,
my emotions,
my reason,
my will,
my life.
What's there to live for now when what I needed has left?
I can't move
I can't read,
I can't think,
I can't feel,
I can't do this anymore.
It burns, so deep that it numbs.
It aches, so painful that it paralyzes.
It grips, so hard that it holds.
It clouds, so thick that it veils.
It stays, so long that it lives.
It grows, so strong that it overwhelms.
What now ... what else can I do ...
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