Slowicide

Languishing in the dark corners

scarcely seen

but in the lines

between the words

too scary to admit

dying from inaction

on the actions

so personal

no one can intervene

longing to identify

and grant permission

to losses

that were not personal

drowning on the stairs

tirelessly staving off

the hastening sound

of a gasping for life

squeezing a heart

as it beats

in an empty chest

without a purpose

do not fear

for life goes on

be horrified

for a lack of living