how much longer
do i need
to write
before i begin to feel the
serenity of
stillness
shower the imbalance
that my fingers
continues to struggle against,
and the pounding in my chest that just
won't stop,
i'd really like to know just how
fast
my hands need to move and how quick
my mind needs to
b r e a k apart and i'm so tired of-
of feeling clumps of ice clenching against my temple,
i need to misplace that pulse into the point of my pen,
tell me,
how much longer do i need to write,
before i can mute,
pain.
grief,
is a shadowed white blanket that covers me,
yet,
i've lost no one,
how much longer,
must i
write.