Envisage the grim reaper
acquainting himself.
With one dominant swing of his scythe,
he severs you from normality.
Suddenly conscious to the fact
you will live on as a ghost from your past.
Resting its icy hand on my soul,
psychosis paled my youthful blushes.
I relive the confusion of that day,
asking without reply, “Why me?”
I have been left to ponder
the mystery since age thirteen.







