PAST

AND PRESENT

BY HYSTERIA

I found safety in isolation.

I found happiness in guilt,

By way of shameful pleasures, however fleeting,

By way of conscious self-destruction.

Until the blinding light dimmed and became

Hardly a spark.

            Only now can I perceive that which was

Hidden behind the glare,

It is nesting at the bottom of the pit,

Calling for me to abandon my comforting

coldness and

Take

The

Plunge.