this dark
room, a bottomless pit,
a place in my
mind but in motion of free falling
witness to my
pain and anxiety I bore,
a feast for
the beast that rules in its whole
“you should
try hard”, they proposed,
without being
aware of the beast the cage holds
nights are
haunted by the ghosts of loss
one way of getting out- but life is that cost.
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