An Injured Sightless Heart

Tow my burdensome feather of essence, And ignore the ghost of my regret, Watch the trail of unseen and broken tears, Stain the dust sapphire with vacillating reluctance. Stretch me; rip me towards one poison or the other, Sit, reflect—agonize, Confront the demon who damaged me, Or stay as unspoken as my intact existence, Let the weight pour off of my chest in a typhoon of yellow rage, lament, and grief, Or fester. As swiftly as I came, I am departed, The rock of indecisiveness devoured another victim, And I am once more hushed.