The broken pieces
Of the clear puzzle
Were made
When she was eight
The lines are hard to see
Smoothed out by hands
That put the broken pieces
Gently
Back together first
Adding his own broken
To repair hers
Then the puzzle
Pieced all together
Clearly seen
Reflecting what
It should be

I must say
I faintly recall
The telling of your
All
Intensely sensed
Dream
I paid no mind
How very rude
As drool came out
Of my mouth
A cat nap
Ensued
You left me in my slumber
I now understand
My blunder...
“Listening” really is
A skill
Chalk this up
To empirical research
I will

Wasn't it better when we were children and
Fear meant being alone in the dark with six-leged spiders crawling over our neck?
For look at us now, we're all alone, darkness sweeping us in while the strings of anxiety, depression, panic, sadness, insecurity and death traps us in their web?

How do I cope with the pain.
Everyday I drift away.
I can't cry and I wonder why.
Taking pill after pill.
All I do is lay still.
Music and yelling in the background.
Just laying there wondering when this will end.
Everything goes black and I wake up the next day with a worse pain.
All I can think is "when will this all go away"