Worm Food
My heart pounds in a caricature of
remembrance
I can get pills to help
if my old defenses fail me
But what happens when
I can't forget?
What do I do with
the awakening
I so long sought
(in ignorance)?
I am a fool for seeking
a darkness
from which my personality
spared me
But Death stalked
thrust himself
on my path
made himself known
not as an abstract idea
of which to philosophize
but as the reality
I'm actively avoiding
daring me to face it
without succumbing
to the madness
of avoiding
Life
as it truly
is
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