Hanging On

no scrap of wrestle left inside and the battle remains the same each morning in and all night out of peace rock bottom ground control on empty remote chance that this too shall pass in lost resolve of moving on getting out of bed leaves a struggle pajamas drenched in sweat and tears of vacant promises bottom with deep sores of apathy and motionless arrest tied to inertia and its evil stagnant imposition on a ghost in search of anything worthwhile to rescue from the bones brushing teeth a swedge too hard to heed darkness leaves a forlorn trace of self-negating shadows curtains drawn at the interface of death apart from living random rays of sunlight blind weary eyes that saw enough contrast of mangy soullessness with manic delirious craze one more thought too much to bear the heroine can’t lick her oozing wounds at risk of drowning ear drums burst from constant onslaught of crescendo’s call the double bladed tongue of reason scrapes lips and excoriation and yet reception is on auto pilot and the dial of feeling stuck emotion hurts any sensation on repeat multiple voices offer an affray of inconsequential shouting accuse betray condense deceive reflect guilt anger angst and shame who would not admire the brave courage to brace the screaming pain to endure and tolerate the injustices abuse neglect and evil spiral while the clasp of nothingness prevails just then he gently wipes her brow and plants a tender patient kiss one gesture of love contains more compassion than a hundred words and quietly they suffer together the difference kindness can make the greatest struggles never see the light of public dispensation and she replies in whispers I love you too my dear friend 08th March 2021