Sometimes
It seems that the world has closed its eyes on me
Like the golden age of every empire
I'm fading into nihility.
The abyss lurks malignantly beneath my feet
As I cling, desperately
To a sheer gossamer thread
Baleful eyes scrutinize me from the dark.
I'm stranded in a bottomless pit
While the world thrives above me
I'm exhausted but I don't let go
Perhaps it makes me feel connected to the world.
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