So Much Taken Poem by Vision Ghost

Beneath the elusive comfort, so words escape me
What is most likely unspoken, is still for all to see
As it’s written upon my face, so tired and so unfelt
Enwrapped within myself, as control starts to melt

Wishing to scream, though energy eludes the voice
Not much left so to, consider the remaining choice
That I wish the handles of time, would try to rush
Me to the ending of this torment, within fates brush

Beyond the expiration, of my many comforts fallen
What is left is the naked shell, yet always unspoken
And unseeing beyond this lowly mood, I so fathom
Wanting her arms to sooth, and steal this ultimatum

Needing the warm sunshine, to evaporate many tears
To remind of a way that, I used to know before fears
Time so fast disappearing, like the throes of comfort
And so thus the love of humanity, begins to distort

Collapsing in my mental visions, but forever solid
On these exteriors of my being, now so corroded
For the raw flesh of my pain, exposed for all eyes
Despite these longing best efforts, in what so lies

When breathing, becomes a challenge to now create
Something of a familiar path, to tread and separate
From the reality to, somewhere else where I can go
And free for maybe a moment, in solace and glow

But yet tied forever to this moment, so permanently
That this escape is as elusive, as was my own ability
Maybe I can grasp the concept, but never the reality
To make my world the better, of a crushing gravity

Too much, too little, too late as a brave face fades
For what is expressed, slowly decays the barricades
But not yet in words, but in the pulse to fall and cry
This suffering is real, and not something I can deny