Beyond the silent
Pane
Of glass,
A steady
Darkening
My heart
Is a
Vortex
Pouring through
Channeled
Rivers
Of astounding
Force,
This muscle,
This Atlas,
In naked
Revelation
Of
Ultra
Sound
Outside,
Wind buffets the trees
Which sway and
Saw
Upon their
Stalwart
Growths
Hello, Friend
Whose
Ministrations
Probe
The epicenter of my
(Torn)
Hurt
Where I am
Brought
Low
At this,
Weakest
Link
I think
About
Everyone
Who's gone through the process of
Dissolution
How it must've felt,
Oscillations of:
Fear
Anger
Hope
Despair
Resignation
And how
Distinctly
Alone
You are
Busted wing
Cradled
In this
Bed of
Firm
White
Walls,
Talons curled
Inward
Flirt up the nurses, who
Smile and laugh as I
Don my open back
Dress
Beyond a thin
Flowered
Curtain
Examination
Machines
Bleat their
Alien
Chorus,
Uncertainty
Quavers
At the heart