A Decade of Living

For the past decade, I’ve been locked away,
Forgetting how to live each and every day.

And yet I believed I was living my life,
But rather I lived in a virtuous strife.

It beat me down as the tunnel closed in;
My lens grew thin, my mind begun to spin.

I couldn’t recall how to see the light;
I only drifted in a terrifying flight.

Demons ravaged every corner of my brain
Like a train slipping past her main:

Slipping the line until she collides
— Everyone on board is no longer alive.

A decade of living is what I thought I saw,
A decade of dying is what I just recalled.

A Decade of Living by K. Saitta
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