• the alchemy of their drug
    seemed to be the perfect cure
    something to help rise from despair
    from that fast approaching edge
    fueled and ready for a new direction

    instead

    launched through barbed wire
    ripped bare of defenses
    set afloat alone in a sea of salt
    to scream where no one hears
    to feel the burn of all those wounds

    writhing in pain trying to escape
    or maybe just to give in
    the colors draining out and mixing
    forming myriad shades of grey
    washing over the ability to fight

    instead

    a color touched with grey
    something unexpected reaching out
    far away and somehow close
    a new found weapon
    an ally in this war