Within The Vacancy Of My Own Mind

Just a few paces more,
Barely crawling along the floor,

Relief within a bottle still,

A mist to break the dying chill.

A mask to relieve the stress,

A rag to clean the mess,

The pale, choking, airless shell,

Cold, gripping, arms from hell.

A mist to soon revive,

Allow this body, for a moment, to thrive,

To breathe, to heal, to survive,

And once again feel alive

Lessening a pain that will soon find a way,

To course through this body and once again stay,

Crumbling, breaking, dropping to crawl,

Once again breathes stall.

And drown in the sea of weak,

In the silence that seems to speak,

Louder than the humming machine,

That keeps this body far from pristine.

Floating across without a raft to hold,

No world to escape, to create, to mold,

A disease with which no cure,

Corruption, plague, a body left to endure.

Author's Note

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