Crouched, fetal
Floorshaped
Hands clasped
Crying out
Hollow
Please
Make it stop
Make this wretched point
end
Make this solo romance
finish
Make this deathly echo
cease
Hands clasped
Please
Pray to God
To Vishnu
To whoever
To make it stop
Rid me of this wretched
pain
Cast away this solo
epic
Follow up with deathly
silence
A knock
A friend’s failed help
It will all be fine
You’ll be fine
I don’t want fine
And at this dark season
I don’t see fine
Not in sight
Not in mind
Only in visage
Plastered thickly to wretched old
eyes
As, alone, I wander through dark halls
encompassing
Stench of death ripping off my yellow
heels
What is my life

Trial after triumph
Upheaval post acceptance
I wish for continuity
And for wretched eyeliner memories to wash
away
Single eye staring from palm to my
own
And beyond, to Death staring back
unwavering

A shadow haunts my every footprint
Where to look I can not say
Now I look on my own wood bound splint
And pray to take my breath away