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I'm dying slowly,
agonising in silence,
my body yearns for something vehemently.
My longings devour the soul,
eating away at every scrap of hope,
as my heart pounds in my chest,
like a drum in a heart-rending dance.
In the stillness of this silent agony,
I search in vain for the light to save me,
but I find only shadows and nothingness,
on this road to grave death.
I'm sorry but are you okay, or is it just poetry?
Thanks for reading me, it's just poetry
Good, I like it. Good poetry