Apologies to Frost (dated circa 2022)

by Farther Lair

Cheers to the dreams we suffocated under the sheets and caged and chained in the darkest part of our minds. It’ll probably never see the light, Sans warmth, sans solace, sans serenity, sans bliss, Nothing, nothing, nothing.

We’ll live in “What ifs” and it’ll kill us from the inside, Like a seemingly safe red apple hollowed like a brittle shell by a parasite tearing away its juice and flesh. The horror will terrify us,

As we nimble on our nails and choke on our tears, Questioning if we are the reason for our downfall. The killing of a sacred dream, a sacrificial lamb. We’ll soon wake up to better days ahead of us. Eventually, hopefully.

But for now, our breakdowns and miseries will etch a reminder,

Of what could’ve been,

If only we took the road not taken.

Zephyr