It oozes in on you
A suffocating black tar
Seeping into the cracks
of your soul
Where the old wounds left
scars
It comes when your guard is down
When your back is turned
When you didn't invite it
This creeping pestilence that
drags you down
Until you can barely breathe
in its heavy embrace
I call out
But my voice has become a whisper
unheard in the night
unnoticed in the day
Yet,
I pity loneliness
I feel it there...in the shadows
weeping
alone
I hear its silent wail
And I cannot turn away from its dark beckoning
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