You hollow, empty, dismal abyss!
Scratched, clawed and dug into my consciousness,
Covered by a brittle layer of strength and enacted innocence,
Easily shattered by a single thought.
The make-believe lid prevents the world
from seeing your suicidal depths,
Prevents unblemished eyes from being frightened away
by your muffling, silence-imposing darkness,
Prevents me from peering down that treacherous edge
into the depths
and the memory of that darkness.
Who can fill this gaping abyss?
Love, time, intoxication, forgetfulness?
Not one.
Not One.
You are mine to keep.
Until that painful, gasping breath
obliterates our existence
and frees us
from our binding, unvoiced unhappiness.
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