what is it that makes
you linger so?
the way the mind bends
in inconceivable directions

to reach out for your figure

to try and grasp your spirit,
hardly contained in physical form

you move too fast, darling
you will burn out soon

how does one
learn to let go?
more so when nothing
was earned or
really held in the first place

a tightening grip
on nothingness

nails breaking skin
blood starts to drop

this new beginning is
the end, dear

the embodiment
of the darkness I fear