So I'm not sure what I think of this little poem. I don't normally run to the rhyming variety, but partway in I segued accidentally into an undefined rhyme scheme and I'm not sure if the poem still hangs together at all. Anyway... A nightmare’s span and none of it worth anything. Not even the whole weight of my life could get me back to where I started. It’s not enough and I’m miles away from okay. I’ve taken all the fear I was given and scribed it on my skin, a permanent marking of the places I’ve been. When it comes down to it though we all grieve the same grief all panicked denunciation rigid blind in disbelief. It works its way in deep. Finds a way to slumber feigning sleep a placeholder for the things we’ve failed to keep.