Soul loss

A pain echoing from all the way back in the beginning of time.
The original hurt of the original seed to where we will all return.
Who are we, wandering through time, yearning for our reflection.
The primary nest. That was Home.
I have entered the dark night of the soul
The unbearable terror of the greatest abandonment.
But it will infuse slowly
For sanity must abide
While the demons thrive

 

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