I seldom let people in too deep but
I've let you venture deeper than
even those who let people in let
them cross...& now I'm afraid you
might get caught trying to melt the
snow in my soul, attempting to
bring spring and when the ice
walls of my emotion come
crumbling, your heart might
be crushed by the frigid rubble...
I'm afraid you'll get caught in
the crossfire of my intra-conflicts...
I'll be more shattered knowing I
fractured the wings of a beautiful
bird & never forgive myself for it...
So stop digging. You're already
beyond the depth
whence you should
be wallowing. Don't
tackle my darkness,
stay close to the light
where you can locate
your bearing easily
when the monsters rise
and run to safety, where
you can scream to reason
for help when the creepers
of passion locomote for you.
Stop digging, venomous fangs
might crawl out... after all you've
seen all the ambiance there's in
my soul. There's nothing beyond
this point much as you still have
strength of optimism to dig deeper.

I will recite one of my
final Prayers tonight*
especially if things remain
the same because then on
will mean preparing
myself for the Hell
after all
what has
this
world
been but
hell
to
me

"I'm fine"
only
means
you
won't
understand
even
if
I
explain

days
can
be
bad
beyond
verbal
description
just
like
some
good
days