In the relentless cascade of torment, my mind swirls in an abyss of dizziness, an indistinct fusion of heartache and a weighted ache that threatens to silence the rhythmic cadence of my heart. The pain, a dagger’s precision, pierces through, a chilling numbness enveloping every beat like a drowning echo in the coldest of waters or perhaps blood; the distinction blurred in the anguish.
A burden too heavy, the lowest ebb of pain, where fatigue emanates from tear-soaked eyes, each step through cold, dusty streets stirs the dormant agony. The night, once feared, now holds no terror, for the pain usurps even the deepest shadows. Can I endure this relentless assault? Survive the desolation that echoes in my chest? Nights echo with contemplations of ending it all, mornings survived with no recollection of the struggle.
A journey to the 3rd street, legs weary from sacrifice, glimpses of contaminated pits, the involuntary fasting, the terror of darkness and stress. Each step, a reminder of the enduring agony. Anxiety meds and talks beckon, yet the pool of worries and anxiety seems bottomless; an undeserved symphony of despair. Tales of sacrifice and pain weigh upon me, an overwhelming sadness from which I can’t extricate myself.
A plea lingers – can I prevail against this relentless tide? A bravado if I do, a reluctant surrender if I don’t, for in every heartbeat, I fought. A soul drowning in the abyss of melancholy, where the solace I seek remains elusive. The one meant to ease my journey misunderstands, amplifying the desire for an end. In the echo of my pain, I long for a reprieve that seems ever elusive.
Unlucky, I feel, as I grapple with a cascade of tales and pains that seem to stretch beyond a lifetime. Can I conquer this tumult? Bravo, if I emerge victorious; if not, know that I resisted with every ounce of strength. I fought – an endeavor witnessed by the heavens.
Prose by me 