Fleeting Respite

Jagged, hurt and alone. I have not sentiment for self pity, but I am lost, afraid and seek guidance, someone help me, anyone. I call out in the night for some reply from any who may hear, for any who has a voice come to me and give me your thoughts your aid your love. Lost alone, never without questions I seek something, something I can not see or hear something within me that is vacant.

Whispers in my mind say that the day is not done, that I must move on from the sorrow I have in this world, for myself since I am not alone.

Night turns to day and yet the feeling of self is not lost and I am wondering what will be next, what will this day bring. Who am I to question why am I here, more questions yet no one to answer.

Fear turns into doubt and doubt into self hate I am without but I am full of more that I can imagine. Felling loneliness I ponder what is next what will be. I look to what may be and find nothing, darkness a pitch black veil have the unknown yet I sit idle and wait for the world to move by without any thought of what time is wasted, time that could be used for something more.

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