resigned
resigned, it's just a letter nothing special, could be better that, once sent, becomes a word it's my voicelessness heard like all others, it's a process it's a way that i can possess a state, both past and present something else, or something latent that's together, that's apart in the wrong order, in the dark when the giant, crushing fist coming out from the mist to squeeze my head tight to squeeze with all it's might i'm peeking out through the gaps in these thick finger-traps i call out, my voice firm though my damned soul does burn there's no suffering, there's no pain i won't do this again i'm somewhere else. i'm someone else. i walk through the cold and dark alone, my eyes on the moon and the stars, my brain sticks to the realities of now like chewed gum i've been pretending not to notice.