The flesh is weak,
but the mind is strong.
The blood coursing and pounding,
the mind restless.
Snippets of song float through my skull,
words unknown and unbidden.
Stringing together incoherent thought,
making something from nothing.
With walls high, the emotions don't come.
A blank slate, blank mind, blank heart.
There is no starting again, no starting over.
Some things were just never meant to be.
I have cast my fortunes to the winds of fate,
I am no longer in control.
I chained the monster and killed the voice,
only to find the silence frightened me.
The path continues undeterred,
the footprints behind show the way forward.
I'm scared of what's behind and what's before.
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