emotional abuse – Max, or Not

Can’t

You can’t
give
Up
On life

And place
The responsibility
Of your
Existence

On another

I can
Cook
For you

But

I can’t
Eat
For you

You can’t
Call me
Murderer

Because
I can’t
Live
Your life
For you

How could you

How can I

We can’t

i bear
your cross

in the frost-addled agony
of anhedonia

adrift
in discrepant lucidity

of dolent disrepair

its wintry sermon
inhabits
my every haunt

taunting
my inhibition

intently
transmuting

this glacial divide
thawing
with haste

forestially untethering

each stinging tie
to a mind
once sound

truth
as lies have witnessed

blares like wintry vertex

so clear
and yet, so muted
irrefutable
yet moot

the brute hand of ignorance
stands ruthless beyond compare
e’er bearing down
impressing its mark
from tears
to creeping fears of darkness

but none dare hearken
to such a perilous plight
a sight so present

as stark as night
amid a midnight snowfall

where banished mem’ries

fill the earth
as fast as fractals
feel dirt this parched

a consequence of convenience
and cavalier cheeks
turned in rows

but even roses unseen
flourish

as time will
surely have its way

what eyes behold
belie the boldest truths

lying perished

forever lost
to fallen snow