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To Whom Have I Become (Part 3)

By Sean Stevens
June 15, 2020
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Trigger warning: Mental health, suicide.

Who turned out the light, I find myself in the dark.
In a seedy hotel, far from home, doors are locked.
I catch myself drifting in and out a state of consciousness.
Is this my final moment or am I just left exhausted.

I take a moment to collect myself, what more could there be?
Drifting out again, I see a light not far from me.

Medicine beside my head, I shrug my shoulders.
I know I’m stronger than them so I put myself on notice.
You never needed this before, tell me what’s the problem?
Breathing getting slower yet my world still left revolving.

This the moment, I felt my whole life was soon to come.
Denied myself a medicine, that could’ve helped, I must be dumb.
But that would’ve been a weakness, convinced myself of that.
If only time could turn around, I’d take it back

What would it take for the sunset to be?
The first of your life, or the last to be seen.
Would you come to terms that all aromas had left,
No blades of cut grass or pleasantry scents.

What would it take to replay your first kiss?
The hand of your lover if soon you were to be sick.
What sound would you seek? Calming music or your children.
Maybe just nature if sure a loss of living!

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