Stuck in a forsaken place
without help,
with nothing but a screaming face
producing a yelp.
Nightmares of never again seeing
you, my one
(nightmares of never again feeling
that love - undone),
living in a desolate land,
no will to walk,
with not another soul to demand,
not able to talk,
tired of the constant wandering
about by myself
with no capacity for further pondering
from this mind shelved,
sick of living with the fear,
surrounded by harms,
I just want to get out of here
and into your arms.
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