Withering

A voice called.

It whispered the words of comfort and sensibility.
I knew nothing of it. I was long gone – on the road to despair.

Now, entering the world of self pity. A world where my heart is aching.
My ego, seeking its time to shine. Only no one seeks a fallen hero.

I’ve become a regular to those around. Unseen in sight.
A voice of insanity reigns. Fear is now unstoppable.

A hush descended. A voice is silent.

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