Swift and decidedly
they sever their connection
to a painful life
with instruments that serve as proof
of their intent.
The demons that threatened
their days, their thoughts, their dreams
never detained,
now only briefly captured
through silhouetted reflections
on darker moments
that once casually whispered
of their impending eternal escape.
But mine ….
Mine is a lazy, somewhat passive style —
unapologetically open,
with both tears and fears
pooling stagnant at my feet.
In the dimming likeness
of what once was
I watch the demon grip close in behind me
while a stifled cry for help
bubbles up
from the depths of my soul.
And yet I remain
frozen, trembling feet uncertain,
knowing the chilling effect of darkness
could keep me fixed to a ghostly fate.
© 2021 HSE
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