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+Breaking Down The Dead-End Sign
+2021-07-10
+
+***
+
+What is it with you, Lethe, and wanting things to end?
+Marriage vow, credits roll, no path past the bend?
+Everything must have a finish, every stone deemed finite,
+for what? So you can kneel down and for eternity close your eyes?
+
+Your dreamt-of solace seems nice first glance, turning yourself to stone,
+having pushed all else away, silent, sole, alone.
+No more meals or baths or chores or afternoons spent slaving at work,
+no more rhythms to be bourne, no more curses to be heard.
+
+I know it hurts to hear, Lethe, but your life does not belong to you.
+Your "merciful alternative" would silence part of me too.
+I didn't give you a shard of my soul, didn't bear the pain
+of being ripped asunder just for you to turn away.
+
+The world is too much with us, and yet not enough.
+And I chose to persist, despite the dread, for the one I love.
+The deaths, the Eyes, the deicide. And yet we endure.
+I'm staying alive for you. So, Lethe, please, return the favor.
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander