Where'm I going?
So much to fear.
There's no knowing.
I write, I know
but there's so much
I cannot show.
Memories dark,
night-dreams stark.
Whispered wails,
secret trevails.
How do I know,
that where I go,
there'll be a face,
a resting place,
that lonely space
called home?
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