Fall into the hole
I have trapped myself
and awaken
my instinct
to protect
what I’ve already lost,
but what else
do I have left?
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Fall into the hole
I have trapped myself
and awaken
my instinct
to protect
what I’ve already lost,
but what else
do I have left?
Count the months
of change
and describe
a hope
of solutions
that will make
it all worth it
and give
the biggest change
of all.
Weasel in some guilt
to sway the outcome
and take advantage
of the luxuries
now at your disposal,
just like in childhood
their emotions
are not a factor.
Dread a day of learning,
teaching with no time
and expecting
feedback of disappointment.
A sigh of relief
at the absence
even as you
struggle alone.
Paint your eyes
over to see
only the happiness,
the life you fought for,
and not the one
you’re inflicting
on the unwilling,
the one that will
be your end.
Drown the world
with cold
and breathe for me
as I beg for release.
No end will come.
Do you hate me
that much?
Convert my life
for your benefit,
an acceptable sacrifice
that won’t spark
your conscience,
because how could you
ever be wrong
or evil?
Define your blood
from those who made you,
trapped in destined flow
but unsure
what would be better
if you could
break away
and bleed.
Remember the silence
while you celebrate
the pleasure of living,
respect the dead
as you perform
the dance of
conception.
Live the life
they could not.
Paint skin
with a story,
a reminder
of yourself
and your power,
your responsibility,
your right
to be alive.
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