Dark room

Shapes cut from the walls,

decorated around the room.

Eyes open,

but no image consumed—

thoughts like visions

painting the mind.

Moments glued together

like a movie,

teaching lessons

we never heard.

Rage grows quiet

once the pulse settles,

but the damage

is already done.

Beaten and bruised

is the soul,

with no hiding place—

searching for cover

while under fire.

One must gasp

in thin air,

hoping to fill the lungs…

but not breathing

abandons the struggle.

Take a deep breath,

even if it’s your last.

That way,

you know

you tried to