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The Struggling Soul

I stay there mum and numb! Sitting with my chin on knees curled. The sky is about to shed tears- As it sees me wearing fears. The silence is getting too loud to bear; And the cold emptiness is making me shiver! The only thing living in my head is death; To the Almighty, I'm losing my faith! Darkness comes crawling and tickles my toe, The warmth in me is long gone, everyone is a foe. A black hole of struggle between death and life- Making my soul weak and curled inside. They call it strength as it doesn't show on my face, My soul is indeed succumbing to this weakness.