No Entry Wound
No entry wound; I know inside
What should be whole is broken
Between the cracks my feelings slide
Where words cannot be spoken
Strange silence speaks within the gloom
Where memories keep taunting
A ghost sits in a lonely room
With no desire for haunting
Where once before I used to go
When I was whole and stronger
I cannot meet there with my woe
So I shall go no longer
I have no need to venture out
No wish to do so fills me
For I am empty and the doubt
Of any fullness stills me.
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