This poem was the result...
Your pills are in the envelope
The arrow is a pointed reminder of who you were
Of what’s coming out of the darkness
It doesn’t matter that age has slowed you down
Nibbled away at your strength, your once deadly reflexes
That flying, fatal message is still coming
A reckoning for all you were
All you’ve tried to hide from
Cowering behind four walls
Never daring to venture out
Any passing stranger could be your death
You slide away, keeping your distance
Scanning every face for signs of danger
Wondering if this is the one who’s come for you
Most are oblivious to your presence
Or they lift an eyebrow at the way you scuttle away
Sharing smirks with their companions at the skittish old woman
The eccentric, anti-social old woman
For that’s all you are
That’s what you’ve fooled people into thinking is you
You’ve been that old woman for so long
You’ve started to believe in her
Layered the leathery face and wrinkled smiles over the shadows of guilt
She’s a mask that you’ve perfected over the years
One that’s growing attached to your face
Someone is waiting in the shadows you fled from
Waiting with that arrow you’re waiting for
Ready to shoot right into the center of your mask
Splitting your wrinkled facade of aging pleasantness in two
Letting the darkness pour out beneath
You’ve kept that darkness contained for so long
You almost forgot it was there
Oozing behind your easy-going smile
The smile you used to keep everyone at a distance
The smile you fooled the world with.
Take the pills if you dare
Perhaps they’re the easier way out
Easier than the arrow about to be released
Driving deep into the illusion you’ve struggled to create.
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