In this absence
I linger
Swaddled in the shadow
My life slipping through fingers
Restrained
A piece of paper contained
My shackles
I can hear the demons
Coming forth
Echoing cackles
A stranger measuring my worth
Valiantly staying the course
Mayday
mayday
I’m going under
Frantically searching for a beacon
Straining
For that which I’ve been seeking
Waves crashing over the side
Washing away my...