It’s happening again
can’t leave the house.
How long, allow myself to sit and cry?

Silence, old friend,
I don’t need to talk
rather don’t want to speak.

I am here, lost.
A silent mind
comforts my pain

staving off what i feel
approaching, again
it too knows where i am.

What if i never wake?
Too deep.
Allow myself to slip away.

I, I seem strange
people walking
who exists to hold my hand?

Stories, unbelievable
they turn their head
scoff at buried feelings.

I, the walking dead.

Seems apropos…. David Gilmour and Roger Waters, Comfortably Numb 1979

Then this song popped into my mind…. Jim Morrison, The Doors 1967

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