melvin was shut down, by himself. he surrendered, to himself.
the moment the eyelids forced a shut, he was drawn into a battle deep within and foreign to him.
there was no sight, but there was vision clear as he wrestled and touched with issues he wasn't quick to bury in time.
he saw...
as the towers of strength crumbled.
"what were you holding on to?"
as the moments of pride faded.
"what did you think you could own?"
as the meaning of life drained.
"what were you living for?"
and he, surrendered.
i came on board melvinstory today wanting to write my way out.
out of this feeling of helplessness.
yet, the heart is numbed,
it utters nothing.
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