i have gone mad

i let a legion of questions,
a legacy of doubts
consume my mind.

i spit hairballs
on the 17979 mark
of the train line.

i hear shattered fragments,
unheard voices of the underworld
that speak all at the same time.

unmatched souls, unmatched times.
unbound destinies, unlived lives.
unspoken thoughts, unresolved issues.
what is left of my soul to count?

a soul apart; and that’s all.

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