Exstinction

Myself is not there, but buried, deep within turmoil, and pain. At risk of losing all, by not digging deep, to find self, all again. Meantime, me a stranger poses, taking the place, of the original person, inside. Whom on my behalf, acts in a role, to shield others, what I, will hide. Me not helping, having to stop, from causing, the end to near. Before I know becomes, the actual outcome, of which, I then will fear.