standing near a precipice
too wide, too deep...
I feel I am slipping away.
I fade...
It honestly
amazes me...
There's bile in my throat telling me my timing is...
It's just plain easier to ignore inconvenient...
As she sits in silence,
trying to gather strength...
hum
with pain...
I use the white noise of tv
to numb the voice...
my lips
are dry like bones...
Today I am empty
all I hold is...
if
I had to...
In a way it is comfortable
drowning in the present...
To gaze into the mind of a silhouette,
comforting her soul as arms drape...