Pitch-Black Darkness
Pitch-black darkness,
welcome home.
The stone covers
the exits
and the entrances.
Death says nothing
at the door.
Its bony hand
and knuckles
scratches and knocks.
I lose myself
here without
light, and hope has
not found cracks
in the window.
I go down to
the basement
darker than night.
Here I find
nowhere and me.
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