Existence
I watch the pendulum swing,
Towards the sounds of closing doors and whistling winds.
I close my eyes to feel the abyss,
Rushing up at me.
Warmth of sunshine, cool winter breeze,
I feel nothing.
Oblivion surrounds me,
Staring into it is like being blind.
Ticking clocks and twirling bells
Surround my thoughts,
Suffocating me.
I cannot fathom why I exist.
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