.

How can I
Keep the pieces
Of this cracked mask
Together, with
Tied up hands?
I feel the burning
Fissures licking
My cheeks, and
I understand…
The end is
Coming,
Though maybe not
That near.
When the darkness
Shows, as it always
Does,
I fear….
When will I
Finally just give
Up and give
up trying?
Sometimes I feel
It wouldn’t
Hurt all
That much
Dying?
I’ve always known
I would
Never grow
Really old.
Reality hits
Harder than
Anything I’ve
Ever been told.
But I digress
And before
Leaving
Beforehand,
How can I
Keep the pieces
Of this cracked mask
Together, with
Tied up hands?