desolate soul
the desolate soul
sits on the edge of his universe
asking why?
go on! ...is the only reply
the inky black darkness
surrounding him, cutting him;
his black blood colours the night
frightened....
reaching for the light switch
it obeys, but cannot
pierce the doubt that issues from
the desolate sole
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