Closure

Lungs filled with questions

Ears ring with an inflection

No answers, no leads, just lines of enquiry 

Each one landing in an echoing silence

Filled with lovingly empty words

with promises and premonitions 

But swollen with a barren vacuum

 

Toes slip suddenly off the edge

But are caught in time to rebalance 

Hair brushes the goosebumps on the neck

Pupils narrow to take in the dark, deep abyss ahead

I’ve been here before

 

Pupils focus on a light in the distance 

Another line of enquiry

Toes tiptoe cautiously following it to the very same spot

All paths lead here

To nothing

 

Everything ahead is so dark

I want to go back

But it’s gone, decaying quickly 

crumbling with each step

I'm floating now, in the abyss 

No past left and no future ahead

Just the present, just the now

 

But I’m breathing

Shallow and broken

But breathing

And I’m stepping

Staggering and clumsily, 

But stepping

One foot in front of the other

Breathing in and breathing out

 

Eyes squint as the burning neon lights pulse

What happened? How did I get here? What is next? 

None of them matter now

I’m here, I’m breathing, I’m stepping

Without your help, without your answers, without you

And there is nothing more fulfilling than that.

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- Anon.