You read my words
And you are  disturbed,
Because I share my pain,
My darkness,
My emptiness,
And I wonder,
Sometimes aloud,
If anyone hears me.
But I know now that you do,
It is reflected in your fear,
In your concern,
But do not be afraid,
I will not hurt myself.
I do not wish
For an easy escape from my pain,
My anguish,
My emptiness.
Writing is my therapy.
What about you?
How do you confront the dark angels
That claw at your memories,
Your conscience?
Do you rely on prayer?
Ritual?
Incantations?
Or do you embrace them
And make them your own,
As I have done?
No, I don't think you need to be concerned,
Not yet, anyway.
I am fine.
I will live on,
Sharing myself,
My spirit,
With the world,
As it is.
The world,
The darkness,
And finally,
Oblivion.
Will you join me?
Or do I need to be concerned?


©2022 Kevin Fraleigh