Walk away. Leave it all in the hands of the monsters.
Sell everything you own. Move away to a foreign land.
Make a mockery of all you believe in. Leave all behind.
A systematic loss of hope is into daily doses delivered.
Chip away. Blast the conditions of the heart and mind.
Erode the stability of the resilient spirits that defy death.
Take momentous confidence and indefatigability away.
Turn the victorious heart into a laughing stock for fools.
Punishment for caring and believing rots the living soul.
Decaying. The beasts of fields devour the broken orbs.
Collapsed in a heap. Believe the fable not it is finished!
Cancelled my soul lies in despair. Finished. I am death.
While reading it reminded me to never get so desperate. I think it is much simpler to give what organs one has left to those needing them, and cut life off cleanly and less painfully, than letting it run its course until all resources and all strength is completely gone.
Ron
You Aren't Dead Until
You Are Dead!
Like Make Best Of What You
Got Until!
TRASK...
Regis
Sandie
FINI ???