Diaries of the Desolate

Though I see, darkness clouds my sight,
And though I speak, I am mute with listlessness.
The deafness of desolation is torturous silence;
I have swallowed the bitter taste of violence.
I reach for her loving touch but she is not here;
The scent of her essence lingers in the air.
The numbness of indifference alleviates my fears.
I search for light,
But embrace the darkness to alleviate my tears.

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