old friends

waiting for the day to begin,

lying here, within these walls

of solitary confinement;

silence fills the void;

outside, the wind holds its breath,

I no longer understand these depths,

I can no longer bear this

burden of separation;

this home has become

a trap of death;

old friends return,

bringing dark gifts from

the past,

dripping with fresh, new

anticipations,

waiting for unhindered

invitations;

they are alone and

unwanted.

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