Slightly Out of Tune

So now
            the very thing you feared
                                                   has come to pass,
as you
            watch the sand pour through
                                                      the hourglass.
Now the
            autumn trees are splendid
                                                  in their colors,
but your
            windows stay closed, locked
                                                     and shuttered.
Sometimes you
                       hear music playing
                                                   faintly.
Intently listening,
                         your face looks
                                                almost saintly.
In abject
             stillness you watch the
                                              tiny spider weave.
In your mind
                    an illusion,
                                     just make-believe.
Without alarm
                     or even normal
                                            consternation,
you're aware
                    your legs and feet have lost
                                                              sensation.
You see
             the irony that death starts
                                                    at the toes,
as the smell
                  of gangrene wafts 
                                             past your nose.
Shadows seem 
                       to glide across
                                              the room.
Somewhere a
                      piano's playing slightly
                                                        out of tune.
You're like
                 the spider herself,
                                            sitting stone-still in her web.
searching for
                    the music playing
                                               faintly in your head.


©Danielle White
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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March 2, 2009 at 3:32 PM
Yikes Danielle. Something way too real and well written about this, that I don't want to think about. Love, Shar
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