Ineloquent Prose Poem by Daryl lyraD

I wish to write to remember. Anchor the emotions and not forget. This day, this month, this year. A day which will matter. Funny how the past 4 years boils down to one day. Day of reckoning. I wish for so many different outcomes. But each bears a burdensome weight on you. I've been selfish, I've been cruel. I can't just let it drag on. Make a call, call of execution. Let this end, let it end me. I see no point anymore. Einmal ist keinmal. If anything, I learn to treasure. Not that I didn't already. But I learn that I'm disaster. That people I love should stay away. Like a trainwreck, all that is left is trails of damage.
I will abstain. Friends be warned, family beware.