secrets of the soul
drifting into familiar patterns
seemingly never changing
bursting with emotions
uncontrollable, overwhelming
happy, peaceful, joie-de-vivre
i wish that were true
lonely, painful, alone
my ever-so-close companions
tragic, violent imagery
haunts me to the core
what will you become?
who will you become?
why have you come?
my soul asks in earnest.
silence, deafening silence
is its eternal response.
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