Through the Walls of Hopelessness

There is such a chill. I’d make use of my flesh as a heart warmer if only it hadn’t withered to naught. Bone protrusions meddle with the rags of skin that remain to drape about them. I feel shame board off the windows peering into my mind. What does one do with their rejected help? Where does one go to hide from the monsters of hopelessness? Care tries to focus beyond the boards into the depths of my answerless pupils. I hear pain meagerly challenge the question deep within my heart, gingerly prodding at the loose cloth that remains of my physique. When did arrogance overpower the affect of compassion? Tears collect around my eclipsed eyes, drowning out faith, drowning out liberty. My eyelashes swing profusely at the pools of sadness, but needles of ignorance sew them to my brow with threads of pessimism. I try to watch through the sorrow. How can such barbaric norms exist amongst one’s mind? Slander poisons the air my lungs rely on, dirtying the words that exit my mouth. I feel my throat close. Slander is poisoning my air. My throat is tight. Slander. Tight. As my eyelids become heavy I have but one thing left, the fold of serenity in my brain. Poisoning slander. Throat closed. Serenity. I feel the air carving prejudices into my voice box. I restrict. Choke. Restrict. Choke. The only segregation I allow is between my mind and the slander. The choking is done. I am done. Serenity prevails and I am done. I am done, but serenity prevails.