The Trip

Stuck, Caged

Not a shoulder to lean on

None to remove the mask worn

Traces of pain

Fresh from new wounds.

Banging doors

All out of reach

Strength gone

Body lying aloof

Wandering aimlessly

Searching for a zenith.

Once extra-ordinary

Put at stake all

Will remain, The ordinary

Opens a door, Light fills in

Decaying carcass still crawls

Knob turns

Door closes, Enters the dark

Despair takes over.

Gasping for air

None to breathe

Water if offered

Denial to drink.

End of time

Falls the tower

Rubble hiding all beneath

Cracks filled

No hand to hold

Give in!

“Shall I?” the deceased calls.

The last decision

It was made

Here and now, Everything fades

No returning

Promised to Lord.

Tears shed, Adieu bid

Bucket list torn

Its time to leave

No more breaths

The counting ends.

So does the struggle.