Convalescence beckoning

To think of repose feels sickening

Identified by existential dread

Sacrifice as a virtue, instilled yet unsaid

Circumventing surrender, ascend

Rip the covers from off of this deathbed

Broken cycles pave ways to restitution

To blossom is revolution

Out of ruptures gush doubt

Indecisive and shut down

Will they ever know what they’ve done?

Do they ever think of it?

Musings and revеries

Drowned in shame

Tеll me, who’s to blame?

Tell me who to blame

Remedied by anomalies

A warmth so hallowed, a rarity

Connections so sacred to serve as

Reminders of mercy and irony

The spirit has always willed

But the flesh is traumatized

I have myself to answer for

The repetition strikes a chord

I’ve felt this all before

The repetition strikes a chord

Transfixed, held captive, I submit

Will this allow the haze to lift?

I’ll never speak again, and nothing makes sense

And I, can’t seem to take it

Refusing comfort in chokeholds

Violent conflicts tear apart the psyche

Tell me what to do, tell me what I’ve done

Tell me how far I’ve come