Whispers range across an endless void,
growing louder upon the pain of my restless heart.
Beating drums mark my soul’s demise,
drift within the confines of a troubled mind.
Paint brushed wonderment can’t hide,
the depths of darkness endoured to free,
a moment of peace from within the firestorm
of memories raw with uncertain direction.
Unable to filter unable to nest.
Unable to contemplate eternal rest.
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