Question of Morality

***Just a note this is not indicative of my feelings right how. It is a throw back to how I have felt when depressed. I am in a wonderfully great space.***

Gouges

furrows dug

down cheeks

blood drips

stains wood upon which I stand

heart no longer feels

no longer beats

with goodness

with haste.

Drop to my knees

screaming

clutching

head

drown the demons

the torture

ripping through my mind

my memory…..

killing me.

Bitter regrets

black rope of depression

reaching

tied to ankle

dragging me to the edge…..

Howls

ferocious

baying at the moon

tension

fear wrought

tears

on my knees begging

for death

for a release

this pain you brought…..

Awaken

eyes blink in terror

lay at my feet

throat shredded

blood seeps

staining my feet…..

red…..

When did you realize it was futile?

When did you realize they would always come?

When…..

©June 28/20

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