Evil comes in many forms.
Terrorism, hate, malicious intent …
The worst of all evils however, operates under the radar.
Its an insidious, dark, covert, and disgusting form of evil.
This form of evil is a coward.
It does not present itself, but rather indirectly manifests, using innocent souls as a medium of malicious exchange.
This evil is mental illness. Mental illness prisons the child inside us, duck tapes their mouth shut and takes charge of our behaviour. It hurts our closest loved ones. It hurts them to the point of relationship severance, which serves as a self-fulling prophecy for the evil lies whispered in our ears: we’re not good enough, we’re bad, we’re ill suited for love.
It kills us, it is a cancer, a poison, a poison with symptoms un recognised and diagnosis further ambiguous, a cure non-existent.
It turns mothers against sons, sons into isolation.
Isolation is my vacation, temporary escape from frivolous vexation.
Breathing space, from the evil that’s left my mothers souls forsaken.
I love you, but you do not exist.
Goodbye Sylvia, the Mother I’ll forever miss.
