A Line

With an unkempt nail today I drew a line, From where my wrist begins to my elbow, My mind drew one much deeper still, And a horrific relaxation pulled at my soul. I became limp and spread out, and I breathed clear and deep, a tear formed and fell then I ceased needing sleep. My future now brings me fear that I may stifle it so quickly, and substitute keratin economically with a whince. I love all I have had, yet I hate all that I miss and for the sake of ten minutes, and some drink, and slight endurance, a life of anguish could be paid by a little scratch. But oh that sweet glimpse of peace I felt, from something acted out on my bed, is it reality, infirmity, or just dread, An intoxicating exit poisons my head. I had to write it for the world to see, as those that know I know this is not me, the wool on their eyes brings me such guilt, as now does the scarlet that spoils my quilt.