Senseless

Straining to see through oil-glazed iris
She loses her vision of golden, clear life.
In frail, neurone mirage, she cries out
Weakness flows in twisting knife.

In paralytic slumber, a low, dull thud
Shakes her desiccated shell as she sleeps.
Through quiet drainage of senses, she hides
Strength leaves her as she weeps.

During haze of numbness, desperate to hear
The churning stop, the hollow sounds cease.
Echoes of stabbing pain repeat, she slips
Inside changing reality for deafening peace.

In confusing aroma of much altered state
Not knowing if she can touch or save.
Through every other mornings sedative blur
Serotonin glimpse makes her brave

In this schizophrenic scene, she hopes and pulls
Back and forth her intentions
Once love, now hate, then love again
No time to regret this affection.


~ Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2001