The mystery confounds me,
It eludes my frail grasp.
It mocks me at my core
And leaves me broken.
Why am I so alone,
Even though I’m really not?
Why am I so distant
From those I draw near?
Am I a haunted spirit,
A specter of immortal shame?
Am I cursed to only find
Intimacy with my bleak past?
I wonder as I wander
These empty, haunted hallways.
Trapped in an echo chamber,
Only my voice answers back.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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