Wall of Pain

Imprisoned in a state of suspended decay, I am among the silent screamers.
A place that is dark and lonely yet it is crowded.
Too many bodies of the same soul, my soul.
I can't fathom how I am still here.
Too many dead memories and thoughts, long forgotten.
The mind and heart are lost in the fog.
Too much sorrow running through these veins.
I talk and I talk, but the words are never heard.
I am trapped in a painting of my own.
I will always be staring at the wall of pain.

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