well lit in darkness
each breath a testament
to the struggle it is
to stay alive in a breathless world
where shadow shifts to brightness
and wrong morphs to “only choice”
for all we know
heartache is the worst simulation
in a long line of pain-filled dreams
bitterness springs to lips
enticing them to bite
to break the cord that spans between
it snaps
broken
scored
and regret is all that’s left behind
-dedh