Imagine a landscape so bleak
That shadows cast shadows.
Imagine a mind state so weak
That caresses becomes blows.
Picture a rider whose mount is unease
Traveling to a destination without cease
But already certain that this won’t appease
The secrets hidden in his dark soul’s crease.
To the bottom of the valley, he cuts a path
So slippery that success always fails
And an invisible scythe’s vicious swath
Beheads love and quarters laugh into wails.
Efforts are steps to errors or so they seem
When doubt engenders doubt in stride
And lone survivor of a genocide
Thou think yourself the sole victim of it
With blinders of the mind to life’s profit
Making you oblivious and void of esteem.
Despite warnings that loving voices yell,
Winds of fury over that wilderness swell
That distorts them in the grumble of Hell
Lost as echoes at the bottom of a well.
And when the road becomes so steep
That the climber, mistrusting the rope,
Finds solace in the absence of Hope …
Upward, he thinks, is jumping in the deep.
Dedicated to little C. and all that took their own lives.
Tay.
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