Quiet desire simmers within
where gloom dwells
 
Endure.
    Or escape.
 
At my wrist, darkness clutches
reining me back
in broken promises,
word for word, inch by inch

Hope in distant sunshine sets
devoured by darkened dread
 
no…

        let go!

                 I choose.
 
I’m moving —
onward
upward

ahead!