I Won't Live Without

That blinding darkness I often find

in this mind of mine

That screaming silence I dare not break.

What comes from this place, this state of mind

Is pure

Bliss.

 

At a place to be compelled only by the thoughts of your own

Is my kind of place to be.

To be alone.

 

She couldn't live without her solitude.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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