Wasted
The hours in a day
Doing nothing
Wallowing
In empty air
And blank spaces
The mind
Reeling
In no specific direction
Slamming
Into a brick wall
But no damage
Except to the soul
Damaged
Torn apart
Ripped
From its very essence
Mangled, as if
It had been ravaged
By a predator
But that predator
Only lives within me
The walls
I have built myself
Keep me
Safely guarded, away
From the vicious
And yet
I want to explode
To let it out
Still
No one will hear
No one will care
No one
Even notices
How lost
Inside myself
I am
No one

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