In the darkness
the cold gathers and embraces
and the stars sparkle
so alive and so distant
untouchable
and in this place
the hungry ghosts
the demons of the soul howl
all the voices call
why is it am I here
where is it I will go
when I die
will I just disappear
quickly forgotten
Voices from the old days
From the future
Does anyone care?
Does anyone really care?
Enough to invest time, and love
In this meager soul
Under the clarity of an October sky
So many questions,
The answers
I don’t know
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