Finders fee

This

is what it’ll cost you

To

set the demons ablaze

terminate the ‘uncertains’

obliterate

the most common of plagues

in time

you shall know that

this

is the reward you shall reap

brief moments

quenching thirsts of unrequited

dreams

pools of

never turned into

goals

shallow waters with

immeasurable

depths

that keep you fluttering at night

paralyzed by the might

have been there ‘befores’

but he can cry now

Freely

now

that it is over

that

is what it cost him

to paddle the surface

where the new demons

await

posing as rafts beckoning salvation

You could never turn away

From

The conformist’s temptation