Where Have You Gone? III

Where have you gone?

Passion—

Why have you left?

Fulfillment—

Have you decided to stand at the side of, Desire?...

tormenting me‐

keeping enjoyment in such scarcity‐

and somehow,

loving only, all that is wrong.

Well...

I'd rather you be gone than you simply be against me.

I am in no shortage of foes in this war zone my mind has become.

Here at Ground Zero,

a spiteful reality I live in...

absent of any excitement,

without motivation, and‐

in which I often wish to be emotionless.

Certainly what I see is not the truth...

that, all that is, and that is within me

is currently standing against me‐

turning life into merely a game of survival...

turning time itself into its own form of torture,

holding my smile captive,

leaving me voiceless,

stealing my potential,

the color from my eyes,

and the purpose out of each day.

You lot have almost stolen all of life itself...

almost‐

But only...

almost‐

You lot must enjoy what you see...

keeping out of my sight,

only close enough to see...

what you lot, and your absence are doing to me.

My eyes have grown weary from seeking after you,

this aching heart can only search for so long

and decommissioning of this pursuit is long, long overdue.

However—

I refuse to come to defeat by your doing

I refuse to continue to listen to your cacophonic laughter,

and I simply refuse to let you lot

and Despair

decide which chapter will be my last.

The pen is not in your hands,

and although it is I writing this...

the pen is neither in mine.

I may, or...

I may not

ever get to see where you lot have gone off to flee, but...

this "game" you all love to play is FAR from over.

What you see from where you hide will NOT be the last of me.

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