Psych Warrior

I'm the inmate who's running the asylum. A psych nurse and a psych patient. Afflicted with the same demons that I help heal. Writing keeps my monsters at bay. One bad day away from being on the wrong side of the leathers. I am a Warrior.

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She weeps until her pillow drowns in the brine of her soul. Over nothing. Over everything. Because of one. Because of none.

-d.k.

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How can one man be both the affliction and the cure?

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It seems scientifically impossible for a void in your life seems to make your heart heavier.

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No, I cannot hide because my monsters, they are inside.

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I wanted so much to be alone, but you snuck in and made yourself at home.

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The only thing worse than a world without you, is a world in which you belong to someone else.

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You cannot protect me from demons who no longer besiege me.

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Old age is a privilege denied to many.

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I hope that you ache a little more as each day passes, knowing that you didn't have to send me away. One day you will come running back to me. And like a fool, I will welcome you back. Please don't make me wait.

-d.k.

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Inferno

As I gaze upon the silhouette of your body in the pale moon, I ache to touch you. Reaching into the darkness, my nimble fingers connect with your skin. You come alive beneath my delicate strokes. Your soft moans meet my ears as I conduct an orchestra of new sensations. As you surrender to my gossamer touch, the spark ignites an inferno from which we shall never recover.

-d.k.

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I release you

I’m never enough.

My life is always too much.

In conflicted agony, you hold on tight.

To save you, I sacrifice myself.

Today, I release you.

-d.k.

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Wishes

Thinking forbidden thoughts.

Making selfish wishes.

Trying to remember that my burdens are my blessings.

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Lost love

To grieve a dead lover is to wallow in the finality of what you shared. Every moment you had together is suddenly finite. Everything you had planned together will never happen. You’ll never share another sunset. You’ll never again hear him laugh. You’ll never steal another morning kiss as he sleeps.

To grieve a living lover is to live in tortured anguish that he exists in a world... without you. Every would-be memory suddenly becomes an improbable fantasy.  Everything you had planned together will never happen. He’ll share sunsets with another. He will laugh with another. He’ll steal morning kisses from another as she sleeps.

-d.k.

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The beast

Anxiety is often personified as a tiny devil on your shoulder, whispering doubts. When He visits me, He’s a towering beast, squeezing the life from my chest. His necrotic smile widens as the blood drains from my face, trickling between his bony fingers. My head spins as I fight to remain conscious. He leaves my ashen body limp, my pulse thready, and my breath shallow.

“Next time,” I whisper,  hoarsely, “I will win.”

-d.k.

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The day we reunite

In a crowd, in a sparse land.

I seek your visage.

Always hoping, always praying.

Then reality punches me in the gut,

releasing the breath that I unconsciously hold.

My head bows low once more.

I drag my animated corpse through each day,

awaiting the day in which we reunite.

-d.k.

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Forever

Forever.

Four years.

Four kids.

Forty-five caliber.

Four feet under.

Forever, I grieve.

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I am adept to feeling hollow. It's when my echo abandons me that I go mad.

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