Hope For The Vulnerable Man

You're sharing time with each of your loved ones The clock strikes the witching hour A well-dressed man steps into the room with burdens that could drown a man Yet no expression is told on his face Color seems to fade from his face and begins to fade from the world around him The colors black and gray become familiar Thuds of your heart pound at your ear drum as you stare at him Your sight distorts with each step he takes Voices in the room become echoes Your knees give out You hit the floor, as if you were begging for your life Sounds muffle Headaches turn to migrains Your bones are weak You mutter scream, but your voice is not heard The well-dressed man walks up to you. You look into his eyes and see your own This man is known to be your enemy A voice in your head tell you 'You did this to yourself' 'If you hadn't done this to yourself' the man whispered into your brain 'I would have never entered the room' His unseen burdens trouble you Your sight shifts and you see yourself You're not familiar with the perception of this well-dressed man. But he is you. You were never conscious of this man. This man used to be more in control and was never consumed by his surroundings. You became consumed and pushed over by your environment. I am the well-dressed man Before Death steals you with his life-less, rigid grip Will you accept defeat? Does the light lurk where you hide?