I am so sad
As sad as Achlys
My sadness drifts down like an
anchor
heavy weighted fateful fruited fraught-ed
with depth of fright
My sadness falls down and down
and bleeds hope out now not
Morpheus I think will not
have pleasant predictions in
my nite dreams.
It is as if I had a safe place that
I would inhabit for treasured
solace.
But now it has vanished, because
it wasn't real.
Now I have to look in the mirror and
i see me
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