Trained

It burdens in shadows and dark In quiet whisps it speaks Careful now not to alarm Though this damage has incredible reach Spurned from knotted guts and twists In heart it is born- In heart it shifts Quiet now not to disturb it For in quiet disguise it moves and lives To stop before... To stop and yet... This catastrophic sense of limbo widens Bordering Heaven and Hell What shall we make of it? What shall this burden represent? Will it signal our rise or our inevitable conquest? Shakes the will of the mind Forged in stupor stupid and yet everso sweet Deranged twitches the untrained eye While the mouth fails at all to speak.