Memories play over and over
in my mind, or at least I think
it’s a mind. I don’t know what’s
real anymore; and flashes of specters
dashing to and fro make me nervous
Like a bizarre, lingering, never
waking nightmare this place is
misty and vast, with the ever constant
moaning of thousands of spirits;
their cries reverberate through my soul
In the distance, I see visages of those
whom I left grieving, I try running
to them, but they only move further
away as if being pulled from me;
what sort of taunting anguish is this?
I must find a way out of this dark,
tormenting place, for I do not belong here
nor can I bear the sorrow of loved ones
as they weep bitter tears;
that falls like chilled rain.
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