Institution~
2 weeks notice

For this is
the absence of
my soul.
For this is..
Darkness.

That reaches
behind my back,
flanked, rank beings
crass with hate.
Try to shape me
to their mould.

Eternal isn't this,
where light flickers
one dot of sanctity,
reasons in a dart.
A piercing spark.

I'm awake with a
stark headspace,
anxious to
vastness on a
blank page.
A random pinpoint
to a start.

Ageless in thoughts
I withered to oldness
here, beats lessen
in headlights
to fresh beginnings.
It took my heart I fear.

I'm frozen on a map,
grid reference only here.
What I've become in
negativity is not me,
ironic a pandemic
brought me back
from asystole and
feeling numb.

Shock truths that
loyalty isn't the
golden timepiece,
the badge of honour,
we all succumb..

A deep down feeling,
when your soul is
almost bared,
keep it secret, as
no one really cares.
©victoriastokoe
13~12~2020