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my shadows swallow me

in the night when I'm alone,

with the moon hiding away

like a candle blown out,

and its darkness tears at me,

and I can't find my ink

in this suffocating silence

and the pitch dark dark dark

whispering against my mind,

"let me in let me in let me in"

and my hand shakes for the pen

to let this flow out 

in a tsunami of words and colors

of  prose and shadows,

but I can't bring myself

to immortalize my fears 

on the page,

so I can only give my tears

to sink into the beige

in place of my ink,

and the shadows stir my secrets,

giving me nightmares

and tauntings

in exchange for my words

I'm wordless


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