Living in solitude, keeping to myself,
held captive by subconscious memories.
Traipsing into imagination and viewing
them on inner screens, watching where
they will lead me.
Scattered in forests of bereavement,
I follow emotions into areas never
explored as yet.
Searching inner caverns, finding no
peaceful solutions anywhere.
Resigning interiorly to depths of being,
not looking for any caring, only because
I know there'll never be any for me until
I get to heaven.
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