I toss, and turn, in my womb so taut with faint discern.
With mind, so vague, I might become the nothing I made.
A lessened man of pride.
I close my eyes and pull away.
(To never return...)
And looking out through closed windows,
seeing equally closed intellects.
One chance to call out loud for you to try and save me.
Screaming, screaming, screaming like a bastard child
recognizing its own mother.
Horizons thirst of shadows in my eyes.
Where I reside is next to hollow.
No tomorrow, no waking sun.
No magic word to shout from lips.
Nothing surrounds and nothing demands.
I cross myself in hopeful faith.
(Never doubting the outcome.)
Liquid trees melt in ever rising
notes of expectations.
Forget me in your walk of living.
Caress me never, hold me not.
Shrinking deserted heat-waves
boiling over into cigarettes smoked
down to the filters.
"Cry no more". my vocal chords
mutter to departed illustrations.
"Cry no more." Waking up or going
to sleep does not matter. Torment
and trouble faithful companions,
and so suggests another day.