There is no turning back
from here,
though I have known this
for a long time.
One step,
a trammel, too;
the next,
excruciating.
I’ve nailed my feet to the floor
and set a fire behind me,
unleashed the might Minotaur,
in a maze that I walk blindly.
Conjured a demon in my way
to guard the path before me,
call up my only enemy,
to face who would abhor me.
Not because I’m trying to make this hard,
not because I’m trying to punish myself,
not because I’m addicted to the rush;
no,
I
just need something to kill.
HG – 2019
