The fears find me
on the verge of my sin
—they extend their claws
determined to never
let me go
So I sat with them
—conversed with a few—
became friends until
all their secrets I knew
The future finds me
on the embrace
of past mistakes
—it stretches out my time
determined to end
my every rhyme
So I sat with it
—drank tea until I can't—
became addicted until
I am all spent
The void finds me
striving to find meaning
—it opens its mouth
determined to swallow me whole
So I sat with it
—stared at the darkness within—
became heartless until
I forgot what lies therein
The end finds me
on the drapes of despair
—it sits with me
determined to set me free
So I stayed with it
—held its hands until forever—
became indebted until
we can no longer be together
The agony finds me
at the blocked roads of life
—it grips me with its hungry hands
determined to burn my soul
So I embraced it with toil
—sang songs to appease anger—
became used to it
until I am but dead ember
The fears, the void
the end, the cold
It has been a journey
and—indeed—
a story told