Let me take your hand,
Guide me from love’s darkness,
I no longer desire to live this tortuous life,
every day, I contemplate my ending
As the reasonable action
of a reasonable man,
In my mind, it is the only way forward.
As you know, I am too much of a coward,
I need your help
Each day my skin crawls,
Imaginary long-snouted Weevils infect me
Their tiny footprints remain
On my dry, flaking skin,
Each one of their footprints points forward
Mocking any decision I’ve made,
to crawl backwards,
They lick my very soul with their long tongues,
Rasping each cell, moistening hair follicles flat
Against my skin.
Once again, Weevils mock,
A flattened metaphor
No longer standing rigid against the breeze.
But crashed out without spinal strength
These thoughts of uselessness are not my own,
They are her emotional transferences,
I’m unable to escape her mockery
Unable to escape her weevils
Even in my mind,
I’m unable to run,
She said I was worthless
She said I was incapable
Of succeeding in life without her,
She knew the reality.
Her clutches were tight,
my guilt is intense,
Any hope is lost.
Then you came
showing me compassion,
Showing a desire
to comfort me,
Showing me a way forward
When no one else would or could,
You established an intervention,
Your daughters knew how to relate,
At this last late hour,
there is finally no more pain
I’d like to thank you. Nyx
Now I’m accompanied by my Weevil friends
But only as fodder
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