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Poems Enters my soul into the silent room,
blackened thoughts stain the pensive gloom,
dozens of people slouched like brutes,
motes of memory this uproots.
Dragging down the middle I proceed,
Loud wailing I certainly do heed,
it pulls powerfully, my soul is reined,
I stop, I drop, unbelievably pained.
Scanning, straining, hopeful eyes search for comfort,
one last try.
And just as light gleams through the crack,
the door slams shut and all is black.
