Blossom

Clinging, but to what?
And why?
Perhaps it is just an instinct
Formed long ago, deep inside.
I don’t want to be here.
But lack the will and direction
To do what needs to be done.
To make the necessary decision.
Weakness and fear
Clutter my mind.
Parked alongside so many bleak thoughts
And feelings I can’t leave behind.
What loiters
And looms
Will stay in the shadow
Continuing to bloom.
An inky black flower
Sucks out all the light
Of this pathetic existence
That I dread every night.
Who knows
If I have the will or the drive
For anything good.
To fight to stay alive.

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