Unopened letters
and unanswered phone calls,
hiding yourself
away as your life stalls.
A shadow of your former self,
consigned to words
you have written in pages
of unopened books
resting on a bookshelf.
Unable to partake
in normal conversation,
you live like this
due to self-preservation.
Day and night
your head never rests,
too worn out to realise what’s best.
Questions and answers
all morph into one,
is it now too late has
the damage been done.

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