Loneliness

Loneliness, my muse,
hidden in fatigue,
why are you whispering
constantly in my mind,
about enlightened pessimism?
Why are you taking me
through those dark forrests,
birds and caves?
Your words are persisting
in a strange way,
& my brows are streaming
with perspiration,
while I struggle
to keep your eyes open,
deep sigh.

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