From Above

The longer this remains The wider, more acute the chasm. My rendered heart Split like axed firewood Becomes a torrid canyon Numbed by disgrace Scarified, picked clean by despair The walls steepen Slippery with sweat Glistening Like my eyes Though I say nothing Though I look on, calm As one who finds himself Spectator to a tsunami From some vantage point Too high to hear the water's roar But close enough to see The relentless torrent's head Now thrashing at its base