Release Poem by Devin Iven

My mind is oil.
Black and suffocating.
It taints my thoughts.
My heart is a stone.
Unfeeling, and numb.
It pumps my life blood down the canal I have shaped for it.
My limbs are weight,
Weight I no longer require.
I give them up to the stillness.
My world is death.
The death of thought and memories.
Of joy. And time.
Of hope. And faith.
The death of life…. how slowly it seeps away.

I can feel it now. The feeling I mistook for despair.
It is a feeling I am familiar with.
It is emptiness, a cold hard silence.
It is the crushing weight of the darkness upon the flickering candle.