Overwhelming loneliness,
silence crawling att the walls,
a slow burning hell,
that burrows deeper every hour.
Unraveling thoughts,
spiraling deep inside,
pressure expanding chest,
a strom with no limits.
Feeling rising up,
lethally uncontainable,
dredging between thoughts,
blurring the world's edges.
Tears spill freely,
like endless salt lakes,
a reddened face, unrecognizable,
as if a ghost were wearing it.
Hoping the ache to stop
this endless echoing night,
where even my shadow,
feels tired of following.
Still waiting for the calm
that never arrives,
only the darkness settles in,
patient, familiar,
curling around me
as if it has been waiting
for me to stop resisting.