First Glimpse
Looking into that long dark awaited dreaded night.
Long bony fingers reaching as far as they can.
Eyes as dead as the bodies it transports.
Called by many names of human creation.
The destruction of a human.
The Ferryman of the river Styx,
Anubis,
The Grim Reaper,
The ever alive Death.
The Slenderman's aspiration and idol.
Comes and leaves without anyone seeing it,
but feeling its cold aura.
Feels like a quiet night at the house.
Sounds like a guest turned away.
Like a phone call missed.
A text unanswered.
Listen to the creaking of the floorboard,
The host anxious as they expect their guest.
Trying to decide whether they want to welcome them,
or board up all the windows and doors,
turn off the lights, unplug and silence all the phones,
and pretend that they are no longer living in this house.
Sounds like the process to prepare for a hurricane.
The mice scurry underneath as though nothing had changed.
Some choose to go visit it instead.
As though waiting for the guest's arrival was torture.
The shortcut being a pleasure.
An escape from the reality they see.
.
.
.
The postponing of the untimeliest of visitation takes guts.
Feels like telling a parent no for the first time.
Sounds like a knock on a friend's door.
Warm like a couch as someone else's guest.
Seeing sunlight come through those cracks in the dark.
Hearing a song that brings a smile.
A hug of a loved one.
The time it takes to hear one talk.
Clawing your way out of a hole.
Finding a flashlight when the electricity's out.
Open a door.
Heaven's sake, even a window will do.
Breathe some fresh air.
Look at life all around, growing in hardship.
Yell at life and dare to stand in the rip current.
Push back.
Allow the crew to play support.
Hear Truth being spoken and read.
Believe in it as strongly as the belief placed in Death.
The first real glimpse I had into being depressed and first real time I considered suicide. First time i realized that there's more to life to be enjoyed and appreciated and loved and explored and chased by me and the crowds of people I haven't met or have yet to meet.
Long bony fingers reaching as far as they can.
Eyes as dead as the bodies it transports.
Called by many names of human creation.
The destruction of a human.
The Ferryman of the river Styx,
Anubis,
The Grim Reaper,
The ever alive Death.
The Slenderman's aspiration and idol.
Comes and leaves without anyone seeing it,
but feeling its cold aura.
Feels like a quiet night at the house.
Sounds like a guest turned away.
Like a phone call missed.
A text unanswered.
Listen to the creaking of the floorboard,
The host anxious as they expect their guest.
Trying to decide whether they want to welcome them,
or board up all the windows and doors,
turn off the lights, unplug and silence all the phones,
and pretend that they are no longer living in this house.
Sounds like the process to prepare for a hurricane.
The mice scurry underneath as though nothing had changed.
Some choose to go visit it instead.
As though waiting for the guest's arrival was torture.
The shortcut being a pleasure.
An escape from the reality they see.
.
.
.
The postponing of the untimeliest of visitation takes guts.
Feels like telling a parent no for the first time.
Sounds like a knock on a friend's door.
Warm like a couch as someone else's guest.
Seeing sunlight come through those cracks in the dark.
Hearing a song that brings a smile.
A hug of a loved one.
The time it takes to hear one talk.
Clawing your way out of a hole.
Finding a flashlight when the electricity's out.
Open a door.
Heaven's sake, even a window will do.
Breathe some fresh air.
Look at life all around, growing in hardship.
Yell at life and dare to stand in the rip current.
Push back.
Allow the crew to play support.
Hear Truth being spoken and read.
Believe in it as strongly as the belief placed in Death.
The first real glimpse I had into being depressed and first real time I considered suicide. First time i realized that there's more to life to be enjoyed and appreciated and loved and explored and chased by me and the crowds of people I haven't met or have yet to meet.
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