You
may drop a tear to feel ashamed even lonely where
words
intensify dungeons and grays form clouds. It’s
daily
a situation to grip a skull somewhere private
sitting
in a wetless tub. I grieve nightfall where daylight
is
radiant ever to shield stars; for it weighs upon mind
for
soul a daughter smiling through scarred tissue. I
speak
of internal bleeding where pain ruptures to
explode
a vessel while mother sips afraid to pull hair
and
scream. Ghosts gather to generate strife ever to
push
where anger is prominent. I scratch a palm to
remember
cues while flipping psalms to speak of endless
valleys.
We’re so deep for madness filled with omens
desperate
to morph into a state of clear. I find you in
thought
chewing nails to create a sentence in which a
wealth
of comfort ensues. I’m a cigar steady to puff
and
pushed into a corner. So many wounds covered in
patches
where thread is slowly unwinding; but we sew
afraid
to replace thoughts in the hope that pain shall pass.
