The more I writhe
The more you squeeze
And I can't breathe
I can't
Breathe
Each
Movement made
And my bones break
And my blood pools
Where my split
Heart Aches
And
I can't
Breathe
Each
Trace of pain
Moves to my head
Moves through my eyes
Where the sorrow
Is shed
And I
Can't
I am
Weak
And
I am
Faint
And
Then
It Is
Dark
Like
Night
And
Then
I wake
And it is day
And there is light
Air stirs through me
Air fills my blood
Air cures my heart
And I am freed
Oh I am
Free

Your indications,
I thought I read them
On your face;
Read through actions
You would take,
That spoke for words
You couldn't say.
My fabrications,
As they may have been,
I believed it anyway,
Believed in something
More than words,
Something truer in the
Demure of your restraint.

Deep
Charged storms awakens all that is you,  contracting
Iris intrinsically forces you into the ambiance,  spearing
Strands of hair electrified,  gasping
For the moment,  seized
Your breath
Short

Peer through the cracked bedroom door, out streams
Peaches of light, that shape wispy shadows on the
Walls, brief reflections of the many desperate fights.
See the canopy of the television glowing on your
Children’s defeated faces; they’ve been baring
Deceitful promises of ever reaching better places.
Watch the smoke climb the wall, a lit cigarette
Dragged into your aging mouth, we notice
Now the little space left in this big, empty house.

Has the world forgotten about you?
I’m somewhere-
Caught between famous footwear,
And aching feet from moral footsteps,
Journeying the gap to find you.
My pace is measured-
By the span of windows,
Mannequins a mockery of colorful life,
Markings of a bargain beyond desire.
Is your agony unnoticed?
Can this money-
Paint your ashen skin with vitality,
Conceal the sinful twisting of your body,
Decorate your wasting face with survival?