Dragged at sword point to the gangplank
“Follow the rest or die"
365 days, all around-
“Balance”- can’t it’s a paradox, see
The world was never black and white to me
Shades of grey like smoke tendrils
Round my throat. These asthmatic perils
Won’t ****. Suspended in amber
Like flies. Still hope for a saviour.
None exists. I’m alone and must
Walk the gangplank to the edge
Looking down into the depths
Of a place unfathomable, a million steps
And a million falls. Water swirls like
The loops I was trapped in. Consuming,
Turbulent, ever wide, it calls
Into her arms the ocean took me
It’s expectations vs reality.
Thought pain , infinite torment would come my way
Penance for my earthly sins.
All there was

I exist and I don’t.
I remain and I don’t.
I’m alive and I’m not.