it was dark at the end of the tunnel
the way blocked by cobwebs
and nightmares of doubt
was this to be eternity?
a constant struggle against lethargy
lassitude, despair
who was the body
inhabiting her person?
what was the gremlin overtaking her soul?
she wished, in a tired way
for the end to come
swift and clean
a permanent end to the person she’d become
but not a bridle on who she could be
