The Wounds of Devotion (Post-Traumatic Stress)

I have been erased to nothing.
I walk, my soul vanquished
I am diminished — hopes relinquished
I have become blacker than black; I have become invisible even to myself.

Empty — the pain I bear is too great to carry.
Its intensity is so great that I feel nothing.
I am harried.
I dare not contemplate fate, for I know it would drive me to insanity.

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