Down Poem by Trevor Maynard

I've walked this path
Seen the brambles, heard the geese
Without cognition: just noise
Been through it in my mind
There is no way out
None that I can find

Cruelty, scouting like a hawk
Has an inevitable fate waiting
For the deluded
I've been through each permutation
And failed to stop the
Self-mutilation

And even yet, at this point
Hope, in all its hairy, scary glory
Calls to me through the dusk
The sun will rise forever more
No matter the end
Life cannot help but begin again