Unpredictable Darkness

But alas, I sit in this barren, cold room. Very much solitude. No sun, no moon.  Storm nor shine do I find. Dark nor light existing. Just space, space and confusion, doubt, and worry.  Running, chasing invisible dreams. Dreams so unreal, dreams so unseen. It's all so unpredictable. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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