Territories of the Unspoken

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Sometimes, many times
I feel there’s no point in
trying to improve
My lot

Fate decided
Long before I could think
For myself

Long before I realized
there was no point
No escape
Within my shell

I retreated
Further and further
Churning and burning
Within this pain

I fear I will burst into flames
With this sensitivity to life
Hands in supplication

To an unknowable God
About the unspeakable things
That leave me breathless
Long after last light has gone

Haunted by dreams
And places never seen
Only imagined
In the territories of the unspoken