Meditate Amalgam
Thunder between my ears,
Reaching down nerve endings,
Like shocks on wires climb,
Piercing at my chest,
Clenched tight in a ball,
I've known deeper pain,
But it's striking nonetheless,
Diaphragmatic breathing,
Eyes sealed facing the sun,
I clasp hands at calm,
Palms catching the dawn,
And though I inhale the beauty,
Hold in as much as I can bear,
My lungs always falter,
Left with the stale humidity,
Staring down a closed door.
Copyright © David A. Cain | Year Posted 2015
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