Passive panic

 

I sit here silently scared witless

of the self-destructive nature

of this body that I must live with.

I just don’t see how we can be

so mingled together at such a great distance.

Thank God this won’t last for eternity.

It is the anticipation

of the moment of separation

that is this life’s inspiration.

It is the moment I most desire;

but more, the moment I most fear.

It is this moment of absence,

that lingers ominously in my every breath of air.

I have grown so accustomed to this prison

that I feel I cannot go home.