Monsoon morning glow, glinting off another dying ditch
Littering, barely twitching instrument of compact destruction.
Noticeably different, near juxtaposed against the back light.
Noticeably strained, a coming age relegated to natural composition
It's hard to hold, memory, fragile fleeting
Slipped from its hold so easily, another piece shattering as it falls.
Repetition breeding more empathy than I can continually malign.
Forceful premonitions, until the choice to deny is taken from me.
All my thoughts, premeditated, actions, all deliberate
The illusion of choice shattered before me, as I take up my ill gotten arms.
Bolster myself with courage I no longer deserve.
And I get scared about just having to wake up sometimes.