Whisper

Yelling for hours… over and OVER and OVER… Again and Again

and AGAIN…why did you come...What is your purpose?

What pains will you inflict this time around?



Shall it be a simple prick from your dart?

Will it penetrate deeper passing through bone,

Embedded itself behind the heart?…



Will it please thee if it was known that no bones remain?

slim is the picking , for black were the birds that prayed and preyed

upon skin.. . Eating from numb flesh what was left in your wake..



Would it behoove you to know that regrets are many,

yet so  few when it comes to you?... Does it help,

that the mind still wander to thoughts of you?…



Questions still linger…. would you answer them?...

then again only one truly matters… yet lips refuse to

utter it.. heart refuse to beat that extra beat..

lungs no longer seize … For numbness has

hegemony over that place where you visit..





…and it’s peaceful there… where that single question

hurt the most… living as a reminder of the day love

paid a visit only to leave behind  screaming lungs,

soundless, and colorless tears with each thought of

you ….