Lock and Key

****9 Days****

Blackened hearth

ashes cold

no warmth found

a loss of self

a loss of innocence

tears track through soot

silence round

staring endlessly into the darkness.

Morbid thoughts

death

destruction

voice raw from shattered screams

gasping air

unable to stop

convulsing as the ugly truth

rears its bloody head.

Alcohol

consumed in copious amounts

dims the light within

allows for wraith like movement

through my own life.

Grey ghosts gather

dancing around my bed

an exorcism

no longer effective

I am lost within.

Broken

death looking on

time has come to change

to embrace this self

amalgamate it to the new

creating a better me.

As time grows close

my festive nature

a joy to perceive

my demons battled

sedated

locked within a chest

for which I have the only key.

©Dec. 14/19

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