Suffering

I cannot see.
The entire world is in a shroud.
A dark mist,
That hangs above me.
Blocking the eternal light,
Of the life-giving sun.
The stars too,
I cannot see.
There is nothing in this hell
Of a planet
That I can see or want.
This world holds nothing for me
It is actually most like
A black hole
Sucking the life
And death
Away from me.
There is no respite
My soul is stolen
I have no purpose
Not in heaven, not in hell, not in between
All my existence I have suffered
For things and places
That I�ve never seen.

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