It Is Finished
I am the only person in existence, sitting in
the only room in existence, surrounded
by a sea of darkness
beneath a blackened sky, violent waves
that swallow life when the sun’s not looking.
Pa, the voices in my head get loud
when I feel like you’re not around.
But let it be finished.
/Let me take you up\
/It is finished\
This poem is about:
Me