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Feb 19
In the quiet chambers of solitude, echoes of emptiness reverberate, consuming the essence of my being.

Loneliness, a relentless, insatiable hunger, gnaws at the edges of my soul, devouring the warmth that once resided within.

Each moment stretches into an eternity, as isolation becomes a voracious force, feeding on the echoes of laughter that have long faded away.

The silence, a relentless feast for the shadows of despair, leaves me hollow, a mere echo of the vibrant spirit I once knew.


In this desolate landscape, not a glimmer of resilience persists, as I attempt to navigate throughΒ Β the labyrinth of my solitude, seeking the elusive dawn that promises to dispel the darkness within.
Surrounded by family & neighbours I feel alone.
I go out alone, return alone controlled.
Paul James Woolley
Written by
Paul James Woolley  71/M/Lichfield UK
(71/M/Lichfield UK)   
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