an invisible punch -
a twist of the mind -
and i’m not here anymore.
held in a silent chokehold,
one foot out the door.

the past hangs a veil
over my eyes,
and i’m not here anymore.
it’s a cruel and bleak reminder,
that old wounds still turn sore.

i might blink or shake
or even cry,
but i’m not there anymore.
my cup has runneth empty,
there’s nothing left to pour.

© ailsey