Survival of the mind
For Kasey M. RIP
What is one life?
A soul to survive or a Shadow of Distress?
One chance to live,
one chance to move on,
but when all seems lost, your chances seem to be gone.
Mental chaos overlaps with shadows of darkness,
full of misguidance and voices of misfortune.
Moving forward is at halt with a steel chain and lock attached to my subconscious.
The only key to my prison is being held by the shadow of my mind,
but it taunts me with it,
plays tricks with it,
even inserts the key into the lock, but resists turning it to the open direction.
I have an emergency exit next to my grasp,
but the devastation of that exit will be everlasting,
granting my shadows their own way out as well as my own.
Through a crack in the ceiling, I see a white light,
penetrating down at my feet.
Shadows can’t hide in the light for their true nature will be seen.
I feel I am all alone,
but the light at my feet changes the shape of a key.
The shadows try to grab it,
but it only burns their dark shapes.
I see an angel emerge as it attempts to unlock my prison,
but it looks at me, questioning my mind for if I want to be free.
If I say no, I will still be here trapped in the shadows of darkness,
another endless time of tricks and torment.
If I say yes, I may have a chance,
but still face the ongoing chase of the shadows.
I must be the light to overcome my mental stability, as darkness comes in all shadows.
I must express the light to destroy the chain and lock that encases me.
Distress can be ceased or destroyed by the very light I put out,
for that emergency exit will destroy my only chance at survival.
(2014)
I wrote this in memory of a former classmate and friend. The nature of this poem is dark, but it reflects what some people go though when they feel they have nothing left to lose.
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