I wrote something

I wrote the following on another site for a prompt of: write about loss. What do you think?
Worried about what to wear and how’s my hair. School days with friends and teachers. What’s to do, and where do you want to go now.
Then the whispers in the closet. Then the fear and dread. Focusing on holiness and talking in my head.
What in this world could matter more than this battle now begun. Diligent and serious. No longer any fun.
Days grow dark and heavy. The will to stay is hard. Hurting, isolating madness; the truth encompasses all.
What was lost here, who can say. A life, a career, a mind. The joy of living stolen, and the happiness of the blind.

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Yes. i agree. To many words that are spot on. ++

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I don’t have such a poetic flow as you do, @wonderdunk. My words are earthbound, but yours are fluid into the more spiritual. I like the way you write.

Beautiful and poignant.