Swirls of dust and dank
Like the smell of bad past and future mixing
Bring you back,
Bring back forward,
Bring you still, and not in the
Kind way.
"The day I do it again will be the end,"
I said, and yet I did it
And yet I am still here, though a whisper
Without the strength to see ahead.
Turns out I do not need it
Because angels have placed me
In a box for now
Where I can rest and they promise
To carry me far away
Where I can be safe.
Where I can be quiet.
Where I can find my strength again.
