Darkness is Soft

Darkness it is soft and encompassing pressing in like pressure on a wound slowing the blood flowing out and out in the dying
Soft you can feel like the absence of everything of right of wrong of winning of losing of success of failure
The responsibility of illness the ailing body a disappointment to the ones who saw greatness in you and now see only surrender
The fight the fight!
Oh how nobly you've fought and lost the ribbons and tears of the spectators sucking vicariously through your valiant battle oh the fights you've won, the strength super-human the accolades the amazed
An entire youth spent battling and winning the little victories while losing the war
Who are you now, this shell. 
How dare your ambivalence. 
Flat and gazing the spark extinguished deflated abandoned
They worry about you now for their own sakes
What will become of them when they can no longer live and win through you
They never see you, never have seen, you do not exist in reality you are an idea a concept a cause
The flames of passion that ignited your flashing mind, the outrages: the lines numbers and science of your theories to set the world free
It is an already death existed but forgotten in an abstract 
Bloated and erased in the floods from the hurricane real life fulfilling the prophecy of neglect
Gone now like everything like you gone erased flat breathing worming all the way inside to oblivion