It Is Finished

I am the only person in existence, sitting in

the only room in existence, surrounded

by a sea of darkness

beneath a blackened sky, violent waves

that swallow life when the sun’s not looking.

Pa, the voices in my head get loud

when I feel like you’re not around.

But let it be finished.

/Let me take you up\

/It is finished\

This poem is about: 
Me

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