Broken
Broken
12:17pm on a Friday noon
and this numbing pleasure
is starting to drain
in red trickles.
Sometime after the accident,
I was recharged
with genuine laughter
by the shock in their eyes.
Soon I will be soothed
by deep breaths
and eyes rolling back into oblivion
and eyes that hesitate
at the moment
I awaken
but I confess
I have wondered
if these same procedures predicated
my grandparents' death
If this is a lesson
on the best way to die.
For now my arm
lies limp by my side
- and sooner still
be curled closer
and gathered voices will whisper
of my stillness inside
until I blink at the twinkle of fear
in their eyes
and beam back up at them;
ready
for a day anew,
for the setting sun to rise.
Copyright © Dylan Wong | Year Posted 2017
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