A Line
With an unkempt nail today I drew a line,
From where my wrist begins to my elbow,
My mind drew one much deeper still,
And a horrific relaxation pulled at my soul.
I became limp and spread out,
and I breathed clear and deep,
a tear formed and fell
then I ceased needing sleep.
My future now brings me fear
that I may stifle it so quickly,
and substitute keratin
economically with a whince.
I love all I have had, yet I hate all that I miss
and for the sake of ten minutes,
and some drink, and slight endurance,
a life of anguish could be paid by a little scratch.
But oh that sweet glimpse of peace I felt,
from something acted out on my bed,
is it reality, infirmity, or just dread,
An intoxicating exit poisons my head.
I had to write it for the world to see,
as those that know I know this is not me,
the wool on their eyes brings me such guilt,
as now does the scarlet that spoils my quilt.
Copyright © Jon K | Year Posted 2019
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