No More

who sees these shadows,

who knows this hunger?

every word,

every thought,

every feeling;

inadequate;

the day is gone,

the night moves on,

the bags all packed,

waiting for the final call;

like a cancer it grows,

this monster,

this disease,

this curse;

toxic,

poisonous,

deadly,

infecting everything

it touches;

if I could,

I would end it today,

before it destroys

everyone in its path;

once you go through

that door,

there’s no going back,

no return,

no tomorrow;

no more.

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