Every step I take, the destination drifts further,
Like I never flinched from my starting line.
Am I truly moving—or just imagining motion?
This constant struggle of duality isn’t the enemy of my path—
It is my path. It is I.
Confident in nothing.
The way of solitude gives me euphoria.

My path has many distractions.
They haunt me, they’re tempting me to stay or return.
It’s getting hard to stay on the road.
My will is my lantern, which flickers with my every step.

I’m scared.
I look at the bushes on the side of the road with fear.
My movement gets slow.
I’m shivering.
I know there is a predator, and I’m its prey—
Still, I ignore it, like a sacrificial lamb.

This road may end with me—
Or my grief may end me before it.

All the laughter in the lands
affects me like an absentee note,
a burial of the finest quicksand
I never existed & locked is the bolt,
Your letter implies finality
as my days lost my morality,
to the drinking and the drugs
it's time to wrap this in a rug.

Answers will go un-answered
as the gripping will release,
and my eyes that's been blurred
as my body floats the stream.

Many forms it takes:
Aching, stabbing, numbing, chronic,
dull crescendoing to piercing pang
I shift; it smites, no tonic
for the bone-deep bruise, the sharpened fang.

Mind & body too united
Too in tune to pain
Heart too unrequited
Meds & treatments all in vain

End-of-day: I’m wasted, broken, spent
Snake now coils, flicks its tongue
Injured python slithers to emotions’ scent
Constricts the soul, and I’m undone.

In her eyes, he saw the sea,
A mighty ocean staring back.
When she told him she wanted to leave,
He could feel his heart crack.
When she said that it was over,
Felt like he was swimming underwater.
He thought he would drown,
All this pain, hidden behind a frown,
As he sank deeper down.
In his eyes, she saw defeat,
Not to mention all the pain.
When she told him she wanted to leave,
She ignored the rain.
When she said that it was over,
She took the first step out of the water.
She wasn’t going to drown,
She was tired of sinking down,
Even if she had to make him frown.
No amount of therapy,
Could save them from the raging sea…