It

Aware of something
within me, lurking,
in the darkness
of my heart,
I crouch
in silent subjection.
Refusing to know more.
Not admitting it
except in a secret corner
of myself, where
all my never-revealed
fears and secrets are.
Hidden. And it
weans me of life
and draws me further away
into the darkness.
But I ignore it
and its existence.
For it is
the pain, the destruction
bluring my vision.

~Riya~

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