I never suggested it didn’t exist.

In my mind
You’ll never find me.
Carry provisions
To keep you alive.
Meet the wild dark hatred
That leads deep inside.
In my body
The monster’s the mind
And there’s no hope
That escape will be found.
In my mind
A warm heart dies
And loneliness lives
Entwined in the vines
Of the labyrinth,
No center.
No way in or out.
I’m lost to you and
My final light
Is this poem
Which I’ll burn
If only to keep warm
For a moment.


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