Every lurch forward almost a fight,
this constant struggle.
Death inhabits the path I take,
it guides me,
the panic laid bare.
The stench of the dead, and the soon to be dead,
pervades the very air I breathe.
Emotions laden heavy,
the incessant cries of those without hope
have been stilled, all is now silent,
the voices put to rest.
This grotesque passage
this way never chosen, yet taken with little dissent.
Shadowy forms loom large, more a feeling,
a presence.
A mantle of darkness has descended, obscuring all,
eyes no longer see.
A sense of defeat, an unbearable load,
the desire to surrender to my fate
outweighs any lingering hopes once vainly held.
To succumb,
a release
an overwhelming desire.
Freedom within my grasp,
to fight, to resist, a heavy burden,
the temptation of the way easier taken.
With a yearning for respite I let go,
the shadow envelops me, I submit.
Together we merge as one,
I become part of the all,
I am free.