Head thrown back.
Tears squeezed out of tightly closed eyes.
Leave stains down dirty cheeks.
Never, Never, Never, Never.
It’s never going to stop.
It’s never going to show up on an X-ray.
No one is ever going to witness.
Through the haze come answers to life questions,
But no keys to escape.
Struggle. Resist. Work.
To be Blocked. Resisted. Undone.
Too far down the path.
No way back.
Don’t eat the poison.
Wear the mask.
Whom I hope will forgive me as the dsl modem finished its life and passed on this week.