I have been here before,this dreary desolate place.
black walled earth too high and too loose to climb or cling to.
If your not alert you'll miss
the slight chance at brushing sunrays
 then never enough warmth to console.
To crumble up,down into a pittying ball of
bits and pieces of what once was.
crying out is void of necessary.
You ask in silence..I have nothing Lord?

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