Morning breaks,
and with it
the tension of
a thousand and one days
spent wondering...
I would be better off
never having known
I would be better off
without a vision
of what lies beyond...
I don't want to think
about contracts made
and promises broken.
I don't want to think
about this slavery.
If I left this graveyard-
would there be a change of scenery?
or would I simply be replaced
by another silent mourner-
and what happens
when there's no one left
to understand your words?
would you stand alone then,
or would you ask me
where I'd gone?
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