The silent tears,
The unspoken fears,
The anxiety of existence-
The dilemma of resistance.
The gaping holes-
Widening gradually,
Suck in the light-
Infusing darkness-
Within me and outside, too.
A black hole
In the white sky-
Or a white star
In the black cosmos-
What should I see?
My eyes are misty-
I have not had a glimpse
Nor heard the voice-
From where do I get
Myself back-
When all that I had
Was taken away by you.
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