Progression is a mythical concept of the imagination.
Companions of concernment mention your improvement,
But they're only visible to the outer shell.
They cannot look through the hazel iris gateways that constantly grow heavy
To deny access to the necropolis of buried hopes,
Where resurrection is futile.
I look like I am coping well,
But that's just an illusion
To seclude what's really occurring internally.
~D
