pain runs deep —
in bone,
in breath,
in soul.
it grips me
as my shadow grows.
empty space,
a hollow sound;
loneliness —
my only ground.
they say:
you’re all alone.
a path unclear,
as the storms draw near.
the surf is high,
the ocean wide.
the truth i see —
i cannot hide.
no turning back —
the path still glows.
tomorrow whispers …
only Sophia knows.
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