Enough

Trying times come from behind –
as I fight with no second left to lose
all I had found, in me -
Once whole and true.
Now a tint of green, a sallow hue.

I hunt its shadow and find it cast on the bareness of my chest
Making each breath heavier than the next.

The more I breath, the heavier I feel.

I drink in solitude -
drowning thoughts that torment me at 3am.
In this quietest hour, my breath grows weaker –
only for the heavy, putrid shadow to blanket my serenity,
leaving me lonely,
trapped
and angry.



I miss my kaleidoscope eyes.