Oh sorrow, you are the apothecary of martyrdom
You drug me with your vigilant patience
Until I am saturated within your devious design
Manifesting in my hour of slumber
You inoculate my fear, my doubt, my substance
You ride my dreams like the nightshade, Belladonna
Attempting to purge my gut
When the promise of morning should bring light and hope
You continue your duplicitous folly
Lynching my heart and soul at will
Your incessant guile accosts me ceaselessly
Strangling my resolve
Yet, this seeming monopoly has an adversary – Time
However, perseverance is your companion
Your light may dim
Yet you have timeless watchfulness
Only in death are you defeated
But, even in death you find purchase to begin anew
In others…
Kevin Parish 