I wonder how I’ve manage to survive for so long
not a feat, merely a curiosity, a meaning to help me
remember why when I feel as though the world
should crumble around me, like castle of sand
as the foots bear down.
With all there has been to take me down, I truly should have taken myself to a “better place”
as anything is better than this world seems to be
dark, furious and angry, the lights snuffed out
one by one
as I watch from this second story window.
I long for light, long for something to take away the eternal pain
but there is nothing nothing for me
but this darkness and my own demons roaming just outside the door.
Sometimes they come in when I sleep.
They often follow me when I travel, and cackle when I move.
There is no espace.