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Nothingness

Nothing is the vastness of space

Separating us from the sun.

It is the cold abandonment

Of a child on an orphanage doorstep.

Nothing is the air in an alleyway

Stale and rotten with the earth's filth.

It is the icy hatred

That will never melt from my heart.

 

Inner Demons

Monsters are not what's hiding under your bed,

Or what you think you see in the closet.

Monsters are not waiting in sewers,

Or lurking in abandoned houses.

Monsters are the people we see every day,

Driving to work or walking their dog.

They are the faces we know all too well,

And the one that stares back at you in the mirror each morning.

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