The literal darkness
And the metaphorical darkness
Bleed into each other,
And silence wraps around me
Like the arms of lovers long gone.
I can’t decide if the pain is so real or surreal.
It hurts too much to be clever.
If I could step outside of my body
I don’t think I’d ever step inside again.
A restless spirit
Free from the pain,
But not the anguish.
Jay Schryer, July 2019