Poetry With Hart

For the rest of your life
You’ll feel the blade’s weight on your neck
The chains digging into your spinal column

For the rest of your life
You’ll wake at night wondering
Who haunts you, which memory is it tonight

For the rest of your life
You’ll have cold sweats in stairwells
And you’ll never watch the Dark Crystal again

For the rest of your life
You’ll never be able to quantify it
How many times lost to time

For the rest of your life
You’ll know how many days you can survive sanely
Sans food, water, or sleep while being..

For the rest of your life
You’ll know that if survival is the lesson
You earned your PhD.

For the rest of your life
You’ll know that while they may try to break you,
They will never succeed.