Helpless

Everyday,
little by little,
I dig my own grave.
Pushing myself into the oblivion,
the deeper I go,
the colder it gets.
There is no sunshine,
no warmth of a fire,
no feeling of hope.
All I possess is,
an unresolved anxiety,
a gloomy heart,
and a cold, dark loneliness.

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