To all intents and purposes.

Invisible to the world,

As if don’t exist,

As if have expired,

Turned into ghost,

Standing behind these shutters,.

That mutes entering light,

And turns me into shadow,

Shutters made me claustrophobic,

A barrier between outside world and me,

But I may grow accustomed to them,

I had learn to be adaptable,

In the end,

I become used to most things.

Became reliant on these surrounding s,

And it’s escalating,

That over the counter anti-inflammatories , no longer effective,

But like a stubborn old coot,

Purposes lost meaning,

Intent not clear,

Dreaming to melt in. Dawn ana Dusk.

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