It's happened again.
I forgot why I'm here.
The reason to stay, is lost to time once more.
I always imagine I'll hold under the pressure.
Maybe it's too much this time.
But then again, maybe not.
There's a glimmer I see, faint as can be.
Far in the distance.
It grows as I stare.

I am morose.
Not from love, nor life;
but of the days descent, to redundancy and verbatim.
What will, will become what is; just as surely as what is, has become what was.

I say my grace behind gritted teeth and furled brow.
The anger in me; pent-up somehow.
To vow my soul since child's belief.
Forced upon me like broccoli and beets.
Taught to believe and not to suspect; that what they tell me are lies about death.

I will sit here and watch as they burn.
Sit here waiting, yearning to learn.
To see how they act, and hear how they cry.
The names they pray to, as they die.
Truest of truths, all revealed to me.
Now unable to hide what they really want to be.

Yesterday, I was.
Today, I am.
Tomorrow, I will be.
Me.

My body is present
Yet my mind is not
Off somewhere else
Out in the world
Anywhere I want
Free from the rules
And all the eyes
I am all alone
And truly alive

There is a place,
where people go when they give up.
I've never been, nor will I go.
The pressure builds with the stress.
But I will stand and take it all.
Push on through to the end.
I will not break.
I will not bend.