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Existence Is Insanity

I roam this dark abandoned crypt,
Estranged from lush reality,
My form is frail and nondescript.
Existence is insanity.

I run from judgment, hiding here,
Afraid of the calamity
I’d wreak by letting go of fear—
Existence is insanity.

A ghost, forever lost, alone,
I can’t accept mortality.
So desolation is my home,
Existence is insanity.

I roam this dark abandoned crypt…
Existence is insanity.

crypt


Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt.

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