Navigating the void #3

Isolation is my home

I dwell in it with listless comfort

Moldy thoughts empower weakness

There is no dish to serve them up

Buried in a cocoon of rabbit holes

Where the minutiae of loneliness stifles

I need only open the door

A keyless lock laughs in contempt

I fall to my knees imploring its puzzle

The void screams out my name

I am the solution

Inept, inadequate

Snuffed out by the ash of life

©2019 Mel Gutiér

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