In a crowd, my voice softens
To a near whisper, and I sit
In silence.
It's good to be among the living,
Though I sink deeper into
Reclusion each time I step
Outside. I miss the Suns warmth,
And sand between my toes.
When will the grief end?
I left all my friends,
And closed myself up inside...
Hid in books and music,
I don't even know
Who is president?
Life passes unlived.
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