Just Make Me Whole AgainMature

the silence is loud,
heavy, defiant,
refusing to leave me alone.
all this time,
I've begged for the quiet,
but now I crave noise,
something, anything to direct
me away from the weight
of my thoughts.
all I want is for someone, anyone,
to dig me from the grave of my past,
pull me from the grasps of these choices,
take my hand and drag me from
the abyss of my loneliness-
I desire the company of another broken soul,
a half, of light or dark,
I care not which,
just a half to make my tattered edges
a part of a whole.

The End

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