Choked throat.        
        Rough voice.
                   Ringing ears.
                            And stinking eyes.

River of thoughts.
         Hazy with the fog.
                 A lump formed in stomach.
                        Burning a hole from inside.

Standing on top of the hill.
        Swaying with the wind.
               Grasping straws to hold on.
                       Couldn't stand still.

Hands shivering.
            Emotions leaking.
                What a tough task it is.
                        To just keep breathing.
                      
An apology.
          Or a sacrifice.  
                 The only love possible.
                         Is with the one with sharp edges and hard eyes.