The Final Battle

I am dressed in pink with my hair wavy and my make-up fixed up but the tears are dissolving all of it. The darkness has gripped my heart again and I know now that pink is only temporary and flowing gowns and light footsteps are lies. Each battle I fight, people tell me that they are here but once that the one battle is finished, they are gone. Nobody is left to help me fight the war. Nobody is left, now that I am lying on the floor in the colors of fake happiness and internalized pain. Nobody is left and the monsters are closing in and it is becoming increasingly clear that this is a war in which I will not make it out alive. I had thought each battle before this was consuming, but it turns out that they had only existed to erode me enough so that I couldn’t fight against the real terrors creeping within my soul. They only eroded away enough to feed the lesser monsters, but looking above me now, I am aware that the demons coming are the finale and that they will not leave a shred of remains. And it is only now, in my last moments, that I am realizing that once every morsel has been consumed, there will be nobody who will even remember that I existed at all.

Reviews

[Dr. YumnaKay]

This is a very deep write and you have done a really good job in bringing out the helpless situation one feels they are in at times. I agree with your words totally. People come and go but eventually we're the ones to face whatever we're dealing with alone.
I can relate with your write. Well penned.

[Britt Worth]

Thank you, so much!!

[Dr. YumnaKay]

You're welcome! 😊

[Vasilees Sybissyl]

Wow. IT was really deep. I can actually feel the pain, even though I've not really felt it. And I totally agree, people come, only to leave. I loved it. Keep it up!

[Britt Worth]

Thank you so much!