The Journey

Summer/Fall, 2019

What is it you hope to gain
By watching others every move
By invading the minds and hearts of innocents.
What do you think the end game is
The result of your sordid schemes

There is no hope left in here.
No emotion
My soul you took and ripped into pieces
Just shards for me to pick up
But first, I have to find them all.

So despondent - my insides are dead.
Blackened and charred from the fires you lit.
The gas you poured down my throat;
Choking me, until I had no more breath
Void - just empty nothingness

No escape.
There is no way out of this place.
They surround me now,
dark and twisted,
hollow, empty eyes.
Crooked fingers - cold as ice.
They burn my skin.

Please help me Lord.
I know not what I do anymore.
I don't even know myself.
Who am I now, but a walking zombie.
Just a shadow of a shell now.
Will I ever be whole again.
Whole and complete.

Trinity.
Hold on.
All will come full circle.
Stay with me.
Remember where you came from.