Challenge
Whispers in the Nighttime
Poetry or prose
During the downpour,
at the aftermath,
buried in the mire,
drowning in my bile,
semiconsciously
I begin to float
into the abyss
immediately
surrounded by ghosts
and their tales of woes.
The final flicker
blows away all hope
and I, plummeting,
become a puppet
at the mercy of
my depravities...
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