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Nov 2017
Triggers vary as the cause
yet in the end the same demise
is considered to be the one
a path to follow in my mind
turning down, the siren song
wondering why this should be
there at the roots I find the cause
though it’s too late to save my soul

the source is the enemy
of many people who seek relief
from the demon that hides within
with no mercy for casualties
anxiety lurking, quick to betray
deceit I struggle to reject
plain as truth its own tales
spun from fabric of pain’s breadth

a life worth living otherwise
is cast aside when horror breeds
in the spaces between the fears
if only I could find a way
to escape the sparks that fire
inciting flight from the hurt
distress asks for nothing less
as I’m provoked by the small.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171127.
Over the weekend I had a dream about being fired from work.  It was distressing, but in ethereal place there was some hope.  This is contrasted with Monday, where small anxieties bloomed in a sadly familiar pains.  “By The Small” is a dark tale reflecting the latter event.
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