My Own Hand


What caused this?

My own hand?

The very extension of myself?

So simple it seemed.

So innocent.

Yet, betraying my very soul.

I believed it

to be a phantom.

A vapor that haunted my steps.

But was it I all along?

Slowly killing myself,

while claiming I did not know?

Do I carry the key?

Am I the holder?

Able to unlock the mystery?

The ruins lie before me.

I am not capable

of making sense out of the chaos.

I believed

myself to be wise,

while finding myself weak.

Is it over?

Do I really hold such power?

To cause my soul to be forever lost?

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