8by: trista groulx
This, I fear, has eaten me,
Consumed me whole
And never will I be released
This, I fear, is now me
The battle I long fought
Now is lost
I shall never be free
This, I fear, is who I am
Laying broken on the floor
The tools of help beyond my grasp
This, I fear is simply how it is
Consumed by it wholly
This is my end