untitled poem || 12.20.18

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

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