Can’t shake off the blanket

of cowardice achieved.

I am a shell of myself,

trying desperately,

trying to find some path

helps me navigate

through the impending doom

that never arrives.

I wonder if it ever will,

I say to myself,

recognizing memory

and wanting to break out.

I wonder how long

I will let such sorrows

envelop my state of mind.

I can see the moon through the clouds.