Sitting In A Burning Room

The fear of return

The fear of no concern

The love of something not real

The loss of something unreal

The hopeful hopeless

Still the wiser know less

Will it catch me alone?

Will it make me undone?

Will it be worse this time?

Will they believe that I'm fine?

No one to fall back on

No shoulder to cry on

Sitting in a burning room

Walled in, an inescapable tomb

Can I fight it off now?

Can I sate it somehow?

Do I dare seek aid?

How can I still be afraid?

Maybe I will be alright

Maybe it won't be tonight

And yet 

And yet

It creeps on my mind

The darkness that I'm waiting to find

The End

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