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He sits in darkness

Swallowed by his pain

The sobbing of his body

an unquestionable testinmony

to everything he has done

Is he to walk this life without the light

The light of that which escapes him

The void swallows him up

as if nothingness was an entity

His mind racked with the sorrow and pain

that no man should have to attest to.

His pain derived from that nothingness

As if it was a part of him, a symbol of suffering

He fels nothing now, not hate nor love

An empty vessel which nothing can now fill

What is his purpose, what is his destiny

There is not one, no one to come to his rescue

No one to watch over him

No one to hold him in his fits.

More nothingness

Blackness comes again

Who is this unfortunate soul who, above all else

Must carry this burden

must be ever the rescuer.

When is it his turn, when will someone save him

Who is he? WHO IS HE?

He is nothing but a passing wind to all.

Someone who cries out but no one hears

He is nobody, a speck of dust in the least.

He is gone, he is no more...

He is......Me

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