Dead Words

There
I was.
doling out my
sincerest condolences to my
pen as it wept across
browning pages in a dimly lit
room during the dead of night.
I didn’t mean for the
words to stop. One
moment, they just
did. Faded
away
in front
of me like
the sun slipping beyond
the horizon. Words they were
no longer; remnants of incomplete
thoughts and death and
desperation– that is
what faced
me
whenever I
glanced back upon
the furious scribble of
internal strife and agony
that I presented
as my
writing.
Futile, yet
somewhat comforting words;
that was my
gift to
the
world that
scorched my
soul.

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