August 24, 2024 - 2nd poem

The droning sound of bleakness rings loud on my eardrums, taunting me with whispers of thoughts that I have replaced as my truth.

A chilling breeze rolls up my bare back, reminding me of my loneliness as I curl my legs closer to my chest.

Darkness has never scared me. My eyes have seen the blackest horizon into the void that is my soul, it is familiar to me.

It is the isolation, I find myself unable to crawl out of that keeps me restless at night.

To be ripped out of my comfortable existence and forced to travel alone will always be a hellish existence scarier than any monster that any author could conceive.

A vampire could be defeated by a wooden stake

A werewolf, with silver bullets

A demon, cast out by the Holy Ghost

But isolation will always be an enemy. One that looms over you, putting a cloth around your eyes until you fall into a bottomless pit.

To be alone is to be punished.

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