a hundred days of solitude?
the days, minutes, hours fly by
there's nothing that i can grasp onto.
not a page, a scene, a distant dream.
nothing.
blank walls of darkness caving in.
cramped. stuck. frozen.
a glance of hope- colours, scenery, dreams.
just to be
shattered
erased
removed
eradicated
gone forever.
back to darkness.
unfathomable deep walls of black.
building up, accumulating.
it's just a continuation of solitude.
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